The Healing of a Grateful Nation
The fog clears as we hear the,
War cries in the distance,
In our crisp new grey uniforms.
They tell us of the ideology,
That propels us to war.
Our eyes have been shielded,
By their lies, and we believed them as,
We were lambs being led to the slaughter.
But our women and children,
Are the true victims of war.
Iron blades thrusting deep into our bodies,
While feeling the searing pain in our hearts.
I lay on the ground as I heard the blood drip,
From the bodies of my brothers.
Their blood saturates the ground,
Cursing all of us in the future.
We continue to have nightmares of the unforgiving,
In the hallowed ground of a cursed nation.
The horror of war brings the reality,
Of pain, death, and the cruelty,
Of a torn nation that.
Will be felt for decades.
One day in the future,
All men will be created equal,
Not by the color of their skin,
But the intelligence of their mind.
This is when we will begin to heal as a nation.
Yet, 158 years later, in 2023, the Supreme Court,
Has to remind us that all men are created equal.
Copyright ©
Shirley Hudson
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