America The Free

by Bianca Delarosa

 Twas a time of despair
 A breathless sigh,
 a strangled cry
 A whispered prayer

Untaxed loosies on the low
 Swisher sweets on the floor

Abhorrent no knock warrant
 Stop and frisk,
 cuff the wrist
 A taste of torment

Young boy playing in the park
 A bullet hits the mark

Mothers of black boys cry
 They stain his name,
 ignore her pain
 A life song unfinished

Fumbled gun in the stairwell
 A father fell, her motherís hell

Your spacious skies tell big lies
 Of amber waves through
 teargas haze

From sea to Shining sea

Purple mountains and
 separate fountains
 Bear fruits of pain
 and violent shame

America the Free

America The Free by Bianca Delarosa

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