The Trail of Tears
A poem about the Indian Removal act by Angelique Hanna
In Georgia, our peaceful state,
The Treaty Party had signed the document to our fate,
They sold all the land,
How greedy were they?
To sell a land that wasn?t theirs,
We did not want to move,
But we also did not want to die,
So we put up with it and cried,
If we had not, we would have been dragged and forced,
People who rebelled were killed and worse
Like the Fox and Sauk,
Who where lead by Black Hawk.
My daughter dead and son hardly alive,
Was really I lucky have survived?
All this was the fault of a white man called President Jackson,
Who had forced us to go west of the Mississippi,
And as we traveled in self-pity
Then, What?s this? Charley broke free!
My heart soared, maybe we could survive this!
If Charley lives then so could we!
But he did not survive.
How foolish he was, trying to save us,
But, now at least, We would go to North Carolina
(I believe the whole trip was 800 miles)
A forth of the Cherokee tribe had died,
Making many swear vengeance against the Treaty Party leaders,
In the Internment camp, I was just happy to be alive,
Alas! How I remember the Trail of Tears!