The land of the free
Has leapt again
In his own words
This would not have even been possible
Anywhere else in the globe
We still toddle on
If he was running here
He probably would not have made it
To the town hall
It's the words of our father's
That all men are created equal
And that their blood was not in vain
Equal they believe
Even when they know
That his father was from a country
They don't even have a direct flight to
YOU ARE READING
road to nowhere.... somewhere...
PoetryIt's an agreed coalition of the willing! Airlines agreeing to feed the "esteemed travellers" with miniature stuff, nations hoarding gas and water to pass a UN resolution at Newyork, Geneva, Nairobi and Vienna. We are all playing "house" .
