For centuries
We have walked the Trail of Tears,
Still we are proud, unbroken yet unwhole
When the Pale-face men came
And took our lands
Murdered our people and brother beasts
Raped our women
And brought disease
And now we see
The new land
With the thundering
Of a million hooves
We shall build this together
We share build this as one
No longer shall we shout 'Hoka-hey!'
But say 'It is a good day to live!’
We have walked the Trail of Tears,
Still we are proud, unbroken yet unwhole
When the Pale-face men came
And took our lands
Murdered our people and brother beasts
Raped our women
And brought disease
And now we see
The new land
With the thundering
Of a million hooves
We shall build this together
We share build this as one
No longer shall we shout 'Hoka-hey!'
But say 'It is a good day to live!’
Farewell Hwéeldi, The Trail of Tears, 2012
Metallic Gel Pen on Illustration Board
Metallic Gel Pen on Illustration Board
*Lately the Great Spirit has been flooding me with many visions for the First Nations, the Native American people; whom I have a great affinity to. Perhaps as past life? . . . Still, a great time for dreaming . . .
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