Oh Home On the Range--Nothing Has Changed
oh home on the range—
nothing has changed
disdaining
and disagreeing
yet sharing
the same bowl
pilate’s children dip
fingers in common water
each washing
the other’s hands
with bloody towels
of innocence
indifference
is the american way
come let us play
cowboys and indians
no less a claimed massacre—
last stand on somebody else’s land
not a mumbling word is heard
‘bout treatment of the ebony heard
at home on the range
seems nothing has changed
same beat…killing
same street…god willing
this is the land of the free
and the home of the brave
doesn’t include you and me—
children of the slave
race remains the country’s major issue
hued skin is still treated like used waste tissue
to making america great again
is returning to business as usual
let the chameleon poor heal their own pain
power for the masses is always met with refusal
let not bomb-barded hearts succumb to trouble
liberty succeeds nothing without struggle
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