Poetry Corner: Land Of The Tree, Home Of The Grave

I pledge allegiance to the mask of the united hate of America.

To the revolution which I stand to fight for one nation under free man.

Souls are burning a mentality hurting body sinking in an illusion of quick sand.

A knee I take a heart bare without cover from my hand a negative repercussion of this land.

No taxation without representation a right stripped from a supposed free nation.

My pain stems from slavery & segregation something known to be only a melanin revelation.

Held hostage in a situation when we are all known to be of equal creation.

Speaking my truth painting mental images a bitter sweet sensation.