Ownership

Why can man not just be small
And accept as his fate
The small plot of land, sea, sky
That he is given in life

How many bodies strewn about
On a piece of land 
Can make it belong to a country or person
Blood does not mean ownership

If it did 
Who would own your land?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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