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A Price

by brunchmeat

This land will never be free Soaked with innocent blood The cost of millions of lives stain America's hands I cannot celebrate freedom built on enslavement and murder These fireworks cannot drown out the gunshots I hear the children cry Is this what "freedom" is worth?
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brunchmeat

I need an outlet. My poetry is poor, and free verse.... but I'm a strong believer that poetry is just emotions. If I feel something when I write it must be poetry. If you feel something when you read it it must be poetry.

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