Open Poetry #17 |
America, My Home |
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
America, My Home I’ve felt the hand of censorship Touch upon my back I’ve tread upon the streets of fear And never wandered back I’ve known the power of tyranny And separation's pain I had a friend who walked away And never came again I’ve had my children taken With machine gun to my face I know the laws injustice breeds And degradation’s place Now I hear the chimes of freedom and I write the poems I choose With not a hand upon my back To smother or abuse I’ve found a haven of contentment and a justice that protects A flag that waves in dignity Of every soul’s respect I came back to America New visions in my eye Of how I want to live my life And how I want to die I reside where I have chosen and I’ve chosen what I do It is a privilege and a right somewhere That’s known to only few There’s a flag that waves before me Underneath a cloudy dome It’s the symbol of America My country and my home Elizabeth Santos |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And aren't we the fortunate ones... to have our own come home... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, Could'nt be said better. Love Sy |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Very well expressed, Elizabeth. We've more to be grateful for than we realize. God bless our home sweet home! |
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