Saturday, June 13, 2020

The 400 Year Old Carousel (Poem)

Stolen from our homeland
Broken bodies, bloodied hands
Up this solid rock I stand
Try to excel but instead get reprimands
400 years and you just now want to understand?
Abandoned in this foreign land, the carousel continues to spin until all comprehend.

Written 6.12.20

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