I visited a place where history stands stillThe sun was bright but the air was chilledI walked up the path of the settlers of oldThe men sent from England dashing and boldCaptain John Smith and his crew of brave menAll with great hopes of a new world to beginSent by the Queen for gold and new landSoon to discover strange tracks in the sandHow could there be others when they were the firstThey began to gather and prepare for the worstWhen no one was found they decided to stayAnd began on a fort that exist to this dayThey established the church, the very first oneThe service was held by the tree shading sunThe very first service where man honored GodFor bringing them there to toil the new sodNot realizing the land belonged to a peopleThey built a fine church that had a tall steepleThen something happened that changed all mankindJohn Smith meet a women of a complete different kindHer skin much darker and language unheardShe spoke to him not understanding a wordHe then realized that these people live hereThat the sight of the men had sent them hiding in fearAfter meeting her once and more times im sureHe knew what obstacles that would be instoreHe pondered the fullness of all that could beThen realized the pain that the strangers would seeFeeling torn between worlds of England and newHe knew in his heart that it all would come trueThe joining of people from two different worldsOne guilty of greed and one wanting accordWithout even knowing the Queen sent the wordShe claimed the land and declared them obserdEliminate the nemesis that stands in our wayNo matter if women and children have no place to stayTake all their land in the name of the QueenTell them were nice and just seem to be meanTell them it will help them and be for their goodIf they give us everything like we know that they shouldThey only had been there thousands of yearsTell them some lies about how everyone caresTell them we only want a small place to buildThat it wont bother them if they are all killedWe will build little camps and reservations tooGive them everything they need to make plenty of stewWe wont use much space and we will teach them to liveWe will tell them that we will only take what they giveAnd then tell them we will use it to help them adjustTo our kindness of letting them have just enoughOnce mighty warriors reduced to farm landA fenched in lot and a pot and a panLook at all the things that we gave to youLook at all we accomplished carrying this throughLucky for us that the Natives were wiseAnd let us live to open our eyesSo no more injustice could ever be doneAs the things that took place in 1601There journey began and it lasted for yearsThen it ended in sadness on the Trail of Tears.ncoffey2008



NEWPORT NEWS, United States

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I wrote this after visiting Jamestown, the first english settlement in America . Although it is rich in history, it is also a tragic time in history. Realizing the injustice that took place against the Native American Indians . Having been there before recorded history , they were forced to give up there land and embellish the ways of the Englishmen . Continuing their persecution for the next 200 years with "civilized " men untill they surrendered to the government and gave up there traditions to save themselves from extinction. May God forgive us for this tragic time in history all in the name of greed. the Trail of Tears being the march of the Natives down the Nachez Trace to there preselected places of where they would live.

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