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