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The Trail of Tears: A Poem of Injustice
A path carved out in sorrow’s wake,
Where ancient roots began to break.
A land once ours by birth and right,
Now darkened by a nation’s might.
The promise whispered in the air,
Of treaties made, a future fair.
But greed and lies, like poison spread,
Left only tears where hope once tread.
The nation’s warriors, their hearts so strong,
Were torn from lands they’d known so long.
Forced march through seasons cold and gray,
As homeland dreams were swept away.
With every step, their spirits cried,
For children lost and elders died.
The earth itself could feel their pain,
As footsteps echoed in the rain.
A river of tears, a sea of grief,
No justice found, no sweet relief.
For all they gave, and all they knew,
The road was harsh, the path untrue.
Yet still they rose, though torn apart,
Their strength lived on, in mind and heart.
A people’s pride, though bruised and scarred,
Endures in every broken shard.
So let us speak of what was done,
Of promises that came undone.
For justice cannot bloom from lies—
A lesson learned through mournful skies.
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