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Jun 2021
In methods shattered by modern rules,
revising all we've learned before;
When ancestors played dangerous games;
with deceitful manners we abhor.

The future is carried in the wind,
cast off in silence yet needing our aid;
The days are numbered when we can change,
our path to freedom while debts are paid.

Thinking we're 'above it all' destroys our souls,
not yet cleansed from past abominations;
We should strive to follow humanity's purpose,
which tells the tale of hope and reparations.

No wonder children are confused and afraid,
they see the world as a fiery storm;
Let's put out the flames with honor and care,
vowing to keep our progeny forever from harm.
Written by
Frances E McClelland  Hamilton, NJ
(Hamilton, NJ)   
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       BLT, Eloisa, old poet MK and Bogdan Dragos
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