RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Not Treading On Americans - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Clocks ticking, tocking, rocking to tunes of music,
giving us pleasurable feelings as we sit here doing
a variety of things.
Holding on to what we have, not giving up our free-
dom, flying our flag and colors freely.
Daring Un-Americans to tread on us, if doing so, paying
with their lives or being deported to a country where
they have no freedom.
Only evil people treading on them, taking away their
lives, beheading them like they do to others!
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