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America's Lullaby
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    • America's Lullaby

    Today I flew from a place I call home
    What place? What place are you from?
    From a place called America I come
    To the wider world I shall now roam

    The place from which I come I thought I knew
    I lived for years and I thought I had its measure,
    That it held ideals it would forever treasure,
    That it would be always free and just and true

    I believed it was a land of improvement
    Where growth was the way of the world
    And no one should into the cold be hurled
    So all could find their way to betterment

    I thought it a place of equals free from hate's grind
    A place where skin colour mattered no longer
    A place where regardless of birth you could be stronger
    Where for who you are no one'd really mind

    I thought I lived in a great land,
    That was free and just and true,
    This I always thought I knew.
    And now that land has fallen to the sand.

    Between that place and me there is now a wall
    For o'er four years I have not seen it,
    I have begun to think I dreamed it,
    Was that place ever even real at all?

    Once, they told me so.
    But now, I don't know.

    I really just don't know at all.
     
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    • American Republic 2021
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    • American Republic 2021

    He stood on lofty hill
    "This is enough" he said
    I look on troubles still
    And I am afraid

    Cautious steps are taken
    As walls collapse and tumble
    Chance of salvation forsaken
    To ominous growing rumble

    Men desperate in anger
    Take up arms against each other
    Fashioning themselves a danger
    To mother, father, daughter, brother

    Not enough for salvation, let it be said
    And looking at home's damnation, I am afraid
     
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