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 © Erin Cowart | Year Posted 2020
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