Our Land Of Love Poem by kwane Lamb

Can we talk over coffee…
And see how wrong we are…
The world is watching…

Who we are…compared…
To whom we are…
Murder in our schools…
Our raping of land…

God does not bless the ugly…
Man…
Smiles we show while…
On the go…

Shuffling the poor to and fro…
Killing the poor no one knows…
“God Bless America”…

That we shout from mountain…
And roof tops alike…
Which is really a bunch…
Of croak…

“By God”…
When are we going to grow up…
And feed the poor….
And stop walking the rich…

Ain’t …That a bit-…
When we to live the constitution…
And leave capitalism to the dead…

(Martin Luther King) …had a dream…
As did America forefathers…
So which dream is coming true?

Do we (America) have so many…
Children we don’t know what…
To do…?

Come down off that high horse…
Which we (America) ride…
Doing a dance…known as the slide…
Who are we really…?
What kind of people are we really…?
And for…....
I pledge and die…


whisperkwane

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