Alice Lorraine Hill

(Oxnard, CA)

The Land Of Lands

Bind up your bleeding wounds.
It is not your fault, but ours,
That blows have fallen to cause you shame.
There is no land better than you.
Your idealism still holds hope for us.
Your wounds will heal.
We, your people will learn.

Hold your head high, oh Land of Lands

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