My Lament
I cry
inside for “my country ‘tis of thee”
Allows me
to be free, “sweet Land
of Liberty”
The first
sight the Lantern of The Lady
How great
is my soul‘s pain as I see us destroy our identity
These
tears that burn my face each time the bullets and tear gas
Brothers
of different colors and mothers
What evil
has rent our clothes and forced us into sackcloth?
Turning
against each other and betraying King of the Cloth
We’re all
Americans but allowed invaders to shatter us
Did we
not learn from The South and Lincoln’s
words in the aftermath?
Blood
comes from hate and We have determined that fate
Our time
has no Bobby Kennedy to gather us before it’s too late
Yet we
MUST NOT forget America’s
exceptionality
Not as in
serendipity or arrogant belief in irrationality
But the
ability to renew and rise like no other civilization all gone
The gift within
Individual Liberty that we gave to humanity
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