Land of My Father's Design

Outspoken

lady liberty gagged and shackled

optimistic

land of dust, land of emptiness

freedom?

lost to the tide

a fat cat sits in his palae of white

while mice flee his overcasting eyes

I scream for justice

and am met with an echo

and yet I should have known...

this is the land

of my father's design

this is where freedom was born

this is where freedom dies

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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