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Post by AquarianM on Sept 19, 2003 17:53:05 GMT -5
Return My Colors:
I saw them waving in the breeze, Those threads and dyes of freedom, Pursuit of life, of liberty, of happiness, Red of courage, White of purity, Blue of truth, They stand for freedom, They do not belong, Upon the collars of intolerance, Upon the poles where heads hang, In the circle of a lake of tears, In the halls where our lives are pried open, Like a clamshell overfed on statute pages.
I want my colors back.
I want those colors to bring tears, Because they mean a home where one is soveriegn, Upon the lands we've worked to earn, Where spies are some dark shadows across oceans, Or figments in story books, And no one is disappeared without a trace, Just upon the say-so of fear's hounds.
I want my colors back, To wear with pride, Because they represent a place of good hearts, And live as you are.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 08/28/2003
Author's Comments: Our rights and liberties are critical to the character and identity of this country. There is no place on Earth like this place was just two and a half years ago. I want that place back, and the colors that go with it.
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Post by Elle Rush on Sept 19, 2003 18:27:19 GMT -5
As do I, my dear friend. Says perfectly how many of us feel...... along with terror came ultra-paranoia and capitalism; which is scarier yet. You speak clearly & honestly what many feel and may be afraid to say aloud. A much needed and well-written piece.
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