Sometimes a poem gets written and the times flow into it instead of the other way around.
LADY LIBERTY/IMMIGRANTS
arlene sandra bice
Lady Liberty, head tilted to the earth
concern shadows her face
a small child struggles to hold her up
can we let her down
people of other origins built our country
are still supporting it
planters, growers, workers
behind the scenes
out of camera’s eye
confused, yet knowing who they are
willing to carry the weight
many Americans shrug off
they carry the flag with hope, purpose
not as an accessory
a rung on the ladder of success
this is the passion of today
Well said – we are in a strange place here – a huge transition is taking place. Wonder where we’ll end? Sandra
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