4th of July.

by Poet on the Piano   Jul 5, 2020

This land is not
mine or
to claim.

Blood still
soaks through
the soil,
ignored by the
egos we carry.

Red - the
tears of genocide

White - the
supremacy created
to enslave

Blue - the
of mourning.

This land still
profits off of

and can never
be a home
for freedom.

What was stolen
can never be
made pure


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  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What you have likened the colours of the flag to is excellent, MA. I know the concepts are incredibly sad, but first rate imagination on your part.
    4th of July really doesn't seem to mean much at the moment, does it?

    Take care and all the very best to you as ever, MA

  • 1 month ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Two more hearts.
    Sorry I am a facebook junky

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