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A thousand years
A genocide of fears
A trail of tears
A relocation of cultures
Soldiers waiting like vultures
To prey upon, to sepulture
An ancient civilization
Destroyed in one summation
Increase the frustration
A nation, ancient as time
Washed away like grime
Victims of prejudiced crimes
A thousand years
A genocide of fears
A trail of tears...
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I picked this one to read because of my Cherokee heritage... It makes me think of how quick that culture disappeared due to the prejudices and fears you mention. I like the repetition of the first stanza as the last. The only thing I'd suggest, if I had to, is to show more of the pain and suffering, but I think this is more about a later generation's frustration with not knowing much about their past? Am I right?
