Pocahontas stood still
At the edge of the peak,
And as her love sailed away
A tear ran down her cheek
But she strongly believed
Right down to her soul
That soon he'd come back
And make her feel whole
Poor girl didn't know
What fate had in store
For relations would sour
And turn into war
The people in Jamestown
Did not get along
With the neighbouring tribes;
"They just don't belong"
Soon after John left,
Fights began to break out
The hatred ran deep
And men killed with no doubts.
Pocohantas was helpless
There was nothing to do
For her father had died
From a bullet on through
The power she held
As the chieftain's offspring
Was lost when he died
Now she was stuck in the wings.
She watched on in horror
As the groups went war
And before long, the men
Lay cold on the floor.
Her people, they left
Their homeland in packs
To escape the white villains
And their black powder sacs.
But the settlers gave
One more gift to them too
A range of disease
From the pox to the flu
The disease devastated
The proud native bands
And dwindled their numbers
So they could not expand.
Pocahontas died young
As her tribe travelled west
Of smallpox and fever
While wholly depressed.
She died clutching the watch
That belonged to John Smith
Praying to gods
That he'd come back forthwith
To stop all the fighting
And lay down the guns
Then come back to her
So that they could be one.
Her prayers were not answered
For he never came back,
But lived well in England,
While she died in a shack.
Pocahontas died cold
Alone and in pain
Obsessed with a man
She could never obtain.