A poem for you guys, about freedom.
This land, that land, but no land for me A rough land, a holy land, the land of the free A discoverd land, with hidden lands, a land for the brave A constructed land, a burtal land, with the land of the slaves Oh how, so how, how soon do you forget That perilous fight, of which you proudly write Those bombs filling the air above Killed the land we once loved As you all wave your flags high in the air The very least of you can say a prayer For those who bravely stood in a Land I lost a long time ago. Written by Rosealexander Mann-Taylor at 25 Red Tea sipping