This Holy Land Is Far From Pure

Being African American
There are things still to change
Some things still left unanswered
Up to present day
So where so we begin
To my fellow blacks only win?
Or can we let some new people in?
A country is a piece of land
Inhabited then stolen
Bringing people who refuse, then deny to be broken
You shouldn’t need papers
This land isn’t yours
For all the sins you’ve committed
This holy land is far from pure
Discrimination, hatred, and envy still lingers
With every fresh blooming race
Despite, the past diligent fingers
Praying for this place
We can still press on
In hope for this new generations
To stand together
A united nation


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