One America in theory it’s true
The facts are there many things
We are taught to separate me from you
From the north to the south far and wide
That flag under which we stand many have died
March into battle there are many graves
As we fight to secure the home of the brave
We battle a foreign enemy from far and near
While in the midst of our own country a enemy is here
In honor of all who served and died it is a disgrace
With all the blood that has been spilled for this country we are still dealing with issues of race
We are bound by honor and we are judged by color
The seeds of inhumanity have been planted in each other
Just as a farmer pulls up a plant by its roots
What has been buried in the heart of America is a undeniable truth
Racism we are not born with but it is taught from youth
The hatred which divides us is the living proof
We each must radiate the love of our heavenly fathers son
For this country we love to become one
About the Creator
Gregory Anderson
I am a writer and filmmaker director & author. Writing has always been a passion for me. I wrote and directed a play called “The Rosary” which traveled around for a few years. My book “Poetic steps in time and season” is available online
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I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford7 days ago in Fiction
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Nice one❤️ Wanna read something scary (Great work no doubt)❤️
Great poem! Very impactful!