Why are we turning back?
Why are we turning back?
Was the scar from the trail of tears not deep enough?
To plunge another knife, in our tarnished history?
We are the epitome of irony,
and all our immigrant ancestors would agree.
We can only hope to wait and learn,
for the land of the of the free
and the home of the brave,
to heal and walk forward once again.
This poem is about:
My country