Back in 1999 -
I wrote a poem while in vacationing in
Albuquerque, NM.
I don't remember what the reason was
I just know that as I sat at her table -
the words just flowed out.
That is usually how my poetry comes to me.
A thought, a sight, a story
and words come out from it.
Today - even in 2017
Eighteen years later...
I looked back on it after
I read my niece stating that the state of the
world was making her so heavy hearted.
So, I looked it up again.
I realized how it could seem that
I wrote it today.
We are still fighting one another about race
We are still fighting one another about hope
We are still fighting one another about Government
We are still forgetting the soldier who gave us the right
To protest
To complain
To think we're right
To even stand up and speak.
We are still not giving our children hope
Our parents are still not able to cope.
What will it take for America to be the great
land that it used to be?
I think -
each person needs to be that change!
AMERICA, LAND OF THE FREE?
©1999 DarleneBl
America, land of the free?
I ask, how can this be?
We first see the color of skin,
Before examining the person within.
We fail to respect our land,
Even when it is in God's own hand.
Our children are unable to cope,
Our parents feel there is no hope.
We see the world with a dimly lit light,
Failing to understand each person's plight.
We have hidden from God's wonderful grace,
If we stop to listen,
We will find that it still has a place.
Let us gather together once again,
For we ALL have so much to gain!!
America, Land of the Free?
It can be, with help from you and me!