TRAIL OF TEARS

Torches light our way.

Our own flames guide us through this land we have never known as we seek out a new home.

They have taken our land from us, again and again. Again and again, they offer us something new, something 'better,' but it never is.

Now, the miles press before us, the land eternally presenting itself, opening itself to us. The dirt is so comforting, so desirable, but we rarely stop. Our destination, unknown, lies ahead.

We walk, forever and a day, the future yawning lazily up ahead. We will see it someday, we few who survive.

We who make this voyage will be stronger, perhaps, and will make something good of our lives, when we are done walking. When we can finally stop.

Until then, we march through this eternal country, through day and night, while fire light our way.

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