The Trail of Tears

Men have been known for their unique ability to repeat past mistakes, so this is my jeremiad.

Trail of Tears
I speak in hidden law of speech
experience the ghost of the “I” in me;
Oh, the misdeeds of that Peculiar Institution,
whose black hands obliterate the rays of the sun
and feet stomp upon the humanity of short-lived men
that wait on the sky that shines onyx, and lament the
careers of meteoroids.
I called on the Oversoul,
to penetrate the conscious of men
who’ve forgotten Original Sin –
have dived to party with the Leviathan
who’ve shunned the prayer,
who’ve walked by side of the Trail of Tears
with their hearts not pierced.