Tuesday, August 30, 2016

When We Were Slaves Valentine

Here in America
I am sitting on
The original prairie
Grass of our dreams
Even then we could
Feel the electricity
Running in the ground
To the north to the south
When we sat here
Smoking a peace-pipe
With our long-lost cousins
Or when we were slaves
And still there are so many
Who know what it’s like to be owned

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