Cherokee Man's Burden Poem

I don't like writing poems. They make me sad.

Pile on the Cherokee Man's Burden,
It's nearest to your door;
Why try to oppress them
When you can give them the floor?
Ignore their wants and wishes
And focus on your own,
Drive them from their ancestral land
And give them new land to know.
Sounds great in theory,
But how will it work out?
Will the Cherokee's start a war
Or sit there and pout?
In vain, we'll go to court
But still be forced to go along with it.

Boyle, I hate you right now.