You say this land is your land,
and I claim that it is mine.
We fought and we died for
years throughout time.
Both of our blood spilled for
the sake of staking claim.
And as time moved forward
things stayed the same.
We’d hold up flags that soar
through the sky.
With symbols of who we are
flailing high.
In the end of it all there is
nowhere left to stand.
Forgetting we cannot own anything
on no man’s land.
Image: by James Deutch
March 29, 2017 at 2:27 pm
This is EXCELLENT my friend!
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March 29, 2017 at 2:29 pm
Thank you ๐
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March 29, 2017 at 2:29 pm
They own death
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April 21, 2017 at 5:37 am
Beautiful. I read somewhere that before the Europeans came to America, the Apache people believed land could not be owned because it belonged to everyone. I agree with them.
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April 21, 2017 at 5:58 am
As do I. Thanks for reading!
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April 21, 2017 at 6:15 am
Thank you for writing. Your poetry is impressive.
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April 21, 2017 at 7:35 am
Thank you ๐
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