Land of the Free


As the World dances in flames of Hate
and wilts in the beaming Sun,
I fall to the embers of the Earth
and in Her love become numb –

Bodacious bodies of floral wave,
corrupting my grappled mind –
Saffron sensations pierce me awake
and dribble my manner of time –

Falling in Foxglove I weep and pray
for Them to settle Their strife
that causes all of the panic and pain
across the Land of the Free –

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