Forgotten Trail

He runs through the thick & ancient forest,
With nothing left but dignity & pride.
Once a warrior of the great camanche nation,
Now left hollow from white mans lies.
His heart races like a rabbit running from wolves,
Sweat pours like rain down his saddened face.
Gun shots echo through the forest like thunder ​​​​​,
as ruthless soldiers pursue with relentless chase.
memories of his village being tortured & burned,
with women & children amongst the dead.
he survives purely by heart & determination,
Accompanied with promises the white men said.
Only one of thousands left to survive,
after signing a treaty of backstabbing betrayal.
With his tribe left as spirits of nature,
Now alone he runs on the Forgotten Trail