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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