I am not a traitor.
I am not a traitor.
this sprinkled land of blood and tears
has been made beautiful
and it weeps for those
who have been destroyed
for the sakes of our daughters and sons who are raised on his soil
and there are apologies I wish we could say
and forgiveness too shy and ashamed to surface
and a history of wrongs can be pardoned
but I cannot be proud.
I cannot be proud.
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Poetrycan someone tell me if the world is going to be alright? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = poetry and flash fiction by danksee © 2020
