The Earth, She Cries ... these are no tears of joy

in #life6 years ago

I walk on her, feet stepping softly, no need for echoes through her crust

sad faces makes sad places, the one I live in has run out of joy

the trees, their branches drooping, tell me their own story

deep within their roots lies a place with no evil, yet the branches, their leaves, they tell the story of the present

I had the luck and misfortune to be born in this place called Estados es Unidos

what luck to be born in the most magnificent country on Earth

from a young age we are bred, and we are branded

like sheep, herded through school systems

tought to think by unthinking, learn by not listening

we have no choice in this matter, no say for our own truths

yet they tell us we are the most free of them all

i pledge no longer to this lady liberty

my heart is my compass, and I no that I shall not want as long as my feet stay firmly planted on the ground, and my mind stays free of fear

the song the sing to me falls on deaf ears ... you have lost me US of A ... you can have my spirit no more

will you stand with me ... or will you stay behind and brayyy ?

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