Annie Cordelia Adams

(14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

There Won't Be an America


Children, I yearn forgiveness
for my supposition
i thought no harm in neglect
or abused position

Children, there won't be a home
there won't be an america to escape to
i thought no harm in sleeping in the rain
or letting old dogs die so the new would bite

children
there won't be an america to escape to
in all the world, they want for peace
america was the homestead

children
there won't be an america to escape to
there will only be one world to escape from
one america to run from
one big godless form

children

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2008
Edited: Saturday, February 23, 2008

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