Land of the free, home of the Brave
Or so, I was told
This Nation had, plenty a Slave
On the next block, they was Sold.
Chasing green, working in the
corporate world
Ain’t seen no Black Man, Young or
Old.
Living in Northern suburbs, a swanky
home and a good school
Faraway from a bus or train for no
Black fool.
Long ago, MLK proclaimed “I had a
dream”
Buried under prejudice and ream.
Every day, is shot, a George Floyd
and a Trevor Martin
No known vaccine, for America’s Original Sin.
Immigrant and Naturalised, Am no son
of this Soil
But Alas, Amongst the Natural ones,
some are born Soiled.
Every other street and square is named Lee.
Oh Say! Can’t you see?
Well written...claps claps
ReplyDeleteVery well Written!!
ReplyDeleteCaptured the emotion of the country excellently...
ReplyDeletePowerful. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteGreat composition, Raghu, you captured the irony of it all. Looking forward to reading more from you!
ReplyDeleteHow did I miss this gem..had tears in my eyes
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