I sit in a trance as the morning sun sifts through the porch window. Music from a Carolina wren taunts the world with a glorious tweet.
My wife invades my trance, “Look what Amazon brought me.”
My reply, “That’s nice, honey."
My eyes fixed on a headline, “Colleges are cautious about graduation speakers who might provoke the government!”
Freedom of speech, where have you gone?
Are you hiding in the canyons of the Appalachian Hills?
Concealed in the wheat fields of Kansas?
Will ICE deport the songbirds to Latin America
because they sound like freedom?
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
I sit in a trance as the morning sun sifts through the porch window. Music from a Carolina wren taunts the world with a glorious tweet.
My wife invades my trance, “Look what Amazon brought me.”
My reply, “That’s nice, honey."
My eyes fixed on a headline, “Colleges are cautious about graduation speakers who might provoke the government!”
Freedom of speech, where have you gone?
Are you hiding in the canyons of the Appalachian Hills?
Concealed in the wheat fields of Kansas?
Will ICE deport the songbirds to Latin America
because they sound like freedom?
Songbirds, freedom, deportation
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