Child


Hendrix said it better,
In his star spangled letter
Jarring and wild,
Exempt and untethered,
Awkward but fresh
It sets forth a child.
Blessed be,
As they say
Red, white and blue
It's power we crave
Taken from natives
Whose legacy is few
Beaten and jaded
Their hunger has faded
It was not my intention
To stand on the shoulders
Of monsters, invented,
The birth of our nation.
Though that line is over
We couldn't be closer
To blood, hair and bone
Of that of our neighbors,
The eagle, a skeleton
A bird with no home.

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