Home of the BraveA Poem by DaraWhen and how will it end?Beautiful for spacious skies, oh Father hear your children's cries. How can we change the hearts of men who are addicted to greed, who glorify guns? Entrenched in sadness and filled with fear when mournful cries fall on those deaf ears. We march, we protest, we pray out loud with clenched fists but with heads bowed. We talk, we listen yet go on heeding those vile words, Lord stop the bleeding. Holding children in cages, what have we become? Putting 'his' America first is not my home. We are still one nation, patriots too, but the air is thick with political spew. Have we lost sight of loving one another, treating friends and neighbors like leftover fodder? Feeling lost and searching for answers today to keep America free and home of the brave. © 2018 DaraAuthor's Note
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