Can Justice see beyond the Chestatee
to farther-reaching border knobs of slate,
where the Oostanaula turns toward Tennessee
and graves remember Andy Jackson's hate?
Bluecoats herded on a trail of tears
the patriarchs of peaceful Cherokees,
farmers one and all for countless years,
victims of a greed their homes to seize.
Those who fought to keep that deeded them,
like sickly livestock, buried where they fell,
no rights at law, with none to dare condemn
that white man's land-grab as the vilest hell.
Where Georgia hills once rang to cries of gold,
blatant murder echoes won't grow cold.
Poem From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm