Fear the great Cherokee Blue rivers turn red, Now that everyone’s all dead, We continue walking, We all have no choice, Once people of the land We are now product of the men The one’s with the pale faces, The one’s with the weapons, The one’s who are violent One day they will repent, They’ll soon regret it For we are the mighty Cherokee Cross one of us, You’ve crossed all of us, Trespassers, Dispatcher, Don’t mix up the two, Indian givers, We’re just taking back what was originally ours, Until then we’ll continue walk on this trail of tears Trail of fears, We aren’t hesitant and slow like the deer We’re just merely waiting to strike You soon will regret this I promise you so Don’t ever come near us for we will kill you We don’t discriminate for you are all product of Satan You must be annihilated For you took advantage of our kind faces and open arms We brought you no harm yet you continue to harm us They’re aren’t that many of us, We’re all sick and dying, We “Indians” shall strike back, Just wait til we get these chains off, We know the land better, We can us it to our advantage, We’ll take those heads of yours And knit them into something beautiful Beware white men We’re coming for your scalps Our anger has overflowed Kono (not his real name) is a ninth grader who enjoys Anime (Jojo), running track, and writing stories.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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