Monday, January 22, 2018

My latest poetry piece, "America's Land"





America’s Land

©  2018  Sy’needa Penland

The many faces that have touched my soul,
dreaming of a new place to call home,
no longer shall their Spirits roam—
no longer shall their eyes weep.

As their descendants, awaken from
a nightmarish sleep, they shall awaken to
America's heart, they shall awaken to
a land to call home.

Centuries ago, our Native ancestor
tilled this very land, building and shaping
their piece of a New World, to call their home.

Hunters and gatherers they once were,
fathers and mothers to the children
that survived, war after war—
from foreign invaders.

Centuries later, descendants of those
Native to my soil, shall no longer
dream or toil for freedom,
on my land—America’s land.

America’s heartland, from coast to coast,
where she is revered the most,
where all her inhabitants can proudly boast
that this land, America’s land,
is a land, we all, can call—Home!

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