
Native displacement
Genocidal history
Written in blood
Seeds of love scattered
Blown by winds of emotion
Clouds of teargas
All we have
Is a few short minutes
To be sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Friends and lovers
There is no color
No race
No nation
Only humanity
Let us help each other
To live our best lives
In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
I can’t breath
The presence of mind
To set the world on fire
Nothing left to lose
White
House afire
Hot with hate
Washed in vainglorious jactitation
Privilege
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #234: Presence
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