O Anna Niemus
Washington - Poem by O Anna Niemus
Washington was a Mason, a slaveowner, an avid fox killer participating in hunts, an insider trader who profited
from the sale of land for Washington's capital. Washington sat with his feet warm in a heated house while
his soldiers' feet froze off at Valley Forge.
Yet, whenever she watched a movie about him,
my mother shed rare tears.
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