Is it not true that
Freedom and Justice
Aren’t just for you
Who hold power
In your dollar
As hard as you try
Over and over
To make more change
While the cost is
Nothing to you
Watching
The people die
Spilling blood
Or worse
Their hope
Snuffed out by lies
Cheating-
Rule beating
Class gap
Wi-den-ing
As workers fed up
Leave to breathe
And you huff
And puff
To blow dark fear
Over the land
You never tilled
You never fought
Or sweated red
Like the native people
Whom you fled but
A Trail of Tears
By them was shed
Or in another
Shed on your stolen land
You whipped
You raped
Raising a hand
To enslave
The brown
Man
Woman
And
Child
To instruct your
White Name
Eu-ro-pe-an
Pi-e-ty
Style
Upon their crown
The cruelest
Offense,
Exterminating
Memory
of a lineage
Past hence
But DNA is strong
Dignity
Now
Amassed
From wombs that bore your
Illegitimate child
Your hate
Your hypocrisy
Your your
Life
Is spent here but for awhile
Thank Providence
Mother Nature
Or Sky
That there are those
Who will never
Forget
The real story
Of America
Great Land
Not ours
And your lie
We now know
From the very beginning
Plymouth Rock
Jamestown
Or West
More, more, more
Was the design
But only for the “best”
Hundreds of years
You carried the very
Shadow you sailed away
To the shore
Instead of the gift
Of opportunity
You planted ego instead
A Miracle truly that
Democracy was even born
Unwanted and
Swaddled perhaps
In tightly clasped
Green hands
But a breath of another
Took yours aghast
That spoke humanity
Equality
But only we all
Can hold it true
Not just me but you too
And here we are still
More marveled than ever
Democracy and Constitution
Independence
still
Declared
Democracy has a soul
And cannot be contained
Freedom pioneering over
Plains of Liberty and Justice
The mess that you made
Still making it right
In this age old fight
Money
is power
But not everything
And a vote,
Everyone’s vote
Counted
Counted
Counted
Is priceless
We the People
Is our Name
~Judy Spencer
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