There is a place where bad things happened
People know it by name but choose not to say
The events that happened there can make one saddened
A place where many waked past day by day
The name of this place is unspoken of, but never forgotten
The settlers here call themselves oakies
They were the ones that taunted
And made the eyes of the tortured smoky.
Man wanted more
So people had to leave
To where nobody was sure.
The men did not care, consumed by all of their greed
So these people were put in a line and told to walk
To their new homes they were told they’d find
By men with guns they’d be mocked
They did not know that this walk would lead to their demise
So these people walked and walked till days end
For weeks and weeks with no break
But no matter how hard they cried, the men’s hearts would not bend.
Starvation and exhaustion would cause them to break
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
And the people watered the flowers with their tears.
Trail of tears sounds like the day of reckoning that awaited the evil that men have done. A well articulated poem, nicely penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9
Consumed all by their greed! Yes, with the muse of the pleasures of this world which leads to sin. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Some people have too much. Some people do not have a place, to place their feet or a roof over their head. Sometimes no country wants them too. and if they do, then that is the plight i see in your poem. It is reality.