my sweet motherland. a poem.

my sweet motherland

you broken mess

land of the free
and the brave
yet you piecemeal freedom
and reject those of bravest metal
like the children of Abraham,
committing all manner of sin
in the name of a
birthright.

my sweet motherland

you broken mess

your hills of amber waves
are littered with
the names of oppressors
and the bones of the
innocent.
your sea to shining sea
pockmarked with the
graves of discarded
warriors.

my broken motherland

you sweet mess

why do you not open
your arms
to the huddled masses
just outside your doors
and in your alleys?
do you not realize
that as long as one of us
is broken,
so we all are broken?
do you not see that as each
of us are healed,
so we all are healed?

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