Poem:
With labored breaths she welcomes more The tired, the poor, the wretched to our shores But rusted chains now dangle from her torch The masses on the border won’t be allowed to cross Gun powder greetings, It’s ours not yours, the illusion is fleeting. Armed men on horseback deliver a chastening The people cried our borders are too thin, Fears of freedom lost; so, we’ve walled ourselves in Things of which we never truly spoke, Even now we won’t allow them into our books. But the past speaks as though it were a ghost. For the land was never there to be took. Now the offspring reproach, what their parents fought for most. we disown what was once our greatest boast. The home of only the brave, of huddled masses longing to be free, Fears of freedom lost, we’ve shackled lady liberty.
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Johnny McDaniels
I was going to say exactly what Judy said. We are all of us immigrants (or their descendants) that are not of Native American blood. (K)
💟 Kerfe 💟 ~ exactly
Nigel Byng has written a stirring poem!!
🤎🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻🤎 ~ I agree
Excellent share, David. Powerful writing, Nigel!
💞🙏🏻 Michele 🙏🏻💞
A poignant piece you have penned, sir. I am quite moved by it. ✌🏼💕
💙 Nancy 💙 ~ I’m so with you
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Thank you for the reblog David. These are inded sad times we live in. But there is always hope have a blessed day.
💛 Nigel 💛 ~ so many of your pieces grab me… including this one
Thank you sir. I have a lot of stuff that I hesitate to share. So I’m glad that what I do choose after careful deliberation, strikes a chord that resonates with you. Always appreciate your feedback and support David. 🙏
*hug*
it resonates almost every single time, Nigel. I love your work.
Thank you brother. The energy is mutual. 💪💪
I like this poem very much 🌹
💟 Lesley 💟 ~ me too
✍Things of which we never truly spoke,
But the past speaks as though it were a ghost
We’ve shackeld Lady Liberty✍
Heavy
And we in the year of our Lord
2023
💔🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻💔
For me too
All too heartbreaking
Despite all her illustrious gains
Too sadly true….
💕🙏🏻 Judy 🙏🏻💕 ~ yes…