Antebellum House

You stand proud

Overlooking an emerald hill

Sloping down on a turquoise river

In this front your windows shine

Showing a beauty

Your classical pillars

Give an illusion of

A fine education

Clear thinking

But your back

Around the front there is another


Your fields stretch on

Tobacco or cotton


Until we see the little huts

Clustered together by the fields

Smaller than the stables for your


What were they for?

And you do not like to answer

This poem is about: 
My country


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