Drooping Flowers, Blades of Grass and Us

the flowers droop but refuse to die from the heat like tanned fields subsumed in the struggle to survive to keep the flow of transpiration like the trodden blades of grass pushing upward through the hole of sidewalks to capture the cosmic energy source that fuels them onward towards the victory they seek to be free like we seek to be as we continue to travel the Jubilee road riddled with imposing holes and nullifying roadblocks that cause us to stop by the roadside once and a while--- droop and recalculate our sojourning strategies to get us to the journey’s end: in the land of my father’s pride for which in war— he and his father died— protecting the home of the brave and the land of the free which has thus far prohibited me from true freedom, justice and liberty.