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

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