Can it be true my people are lost to me
Wiped out of print into fading history
Tossed out like an old shoe that's been worn
Ridiculed and forgotten with taunted scorn
My heart echoes the screams of anger and deafening rage
As I read of my ancestors injustice upon a crinkled page
Turning each new leaf in the withered books of passing time
I've learned of broken promises and man's shameless crime
Never can I right the wrongs of history's distorted past
Wiping away the flood of tears that these memories have cast
In my heart I see the harsh road they traveled mirrored there
Understanding love and morbid shame are reflections of why I care
I've searched in vain to find my Great Grandfather's name
That's been lost and hidden without forethought or fame
My people had once walked upon the "Trail of Tears" too
They've scattered the four winds not knowing what else to do
My people were courageous and fought for their beliefs
Men died leaving brave women behind with their grief
Covering their children in the whiteman's restrictive guise
To carry on a proud nation that only parts would survive
My people, the best of my life washed away in hidden shame
They assumed a foothold by shielding themselves from their name
Now you're lost unknown souls who were proud back then
Leaving behind your spirit that whispers to me on the wind
I'd like to resurrect your memory heedless of the task
Retaining your wisdom that lays dormant in a shadowy past
Memories my great grandchildren will be proud to cherish
Of a beautiful time of freedom that has all but perished!!
Copyright © Nov. 5, 1998 by ShyWolf aka Ruthie Roberts
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