TRAIL OF TEARS

MY MOTHER AND I ARE TAKEN BY SEVERAL MEN TO WHERE THEIR HORSES ARE AND ARE HELD THERE AT GUNPOINT.

THEY HERS US INTI A PEN LIKE WE ARE CATTLE

SEVERAL MONTH HAVE PASSED AND STILL WE ARE IN THE STOCKADES

THE SOLDIERS SUDDENLY TELL US WE ARE TO FOLLOW THEM

THEY MADE US WALK TO THIS NEW PLACE WE ARE HEADING IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER

NONE OF THEM CARE ABOUT ME OR MY PEOPLE