Levan Thomas Poems

This was our path
A clear way through the woods
Shaded from the summer sun
Perfect light and fresh air
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Old before my time
Playing the same old rhyme
Because its easy
Until fate takes aim
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I'm standing at a crossroads,
Waiting for a sign,
That the path I've taken so far,
Was not following the blind,
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They marched beneath old crosses,
wrapped in flags of red and white,
speaking loud of "taking back"
a country no one owns by right.
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