On the last ride
At the end of the trail
On those uprooted
Murdered
Stripped of identity
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
An image a white man made
Which earned white man’s awards
In a museum of white man ways
A monument to a way that was
All the better
In bunches
“My original convictions upon this subject have been confirmed by the course of events for several years, and experience is every day adding to their strength. That those tribes can not exist surrounded by our settlements and in continual contact with our citizens is certain. They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear.”
~ Andrew Jackson