I lived in your Green orchard where your lemons grew…
It wasn’t that long ago…
And you had to swallow hard,
and swallow sand,
and drink the bile
for now we too walked on your land.
I sat inside your classrooms,
I read your torrid books,
I ate lunch with all those
that you accused.
Accused us as illegals,
we are worthless in your eyes,
we,
we know you want to send us back,
you detest us in your world
Because we’re different,
Brown,
and Black.
C.2022, Francis Bravo Cabrera, 21 SEP 2022, València, Spain 🇪🇸
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Nota Bene:
I wrote this poem for all the poor unfortunates that have had to leave their home and country looking for a better life in God’s Earth and are harassed, abused, denied and discriminated against by bigots. No one owns the land of our home, Earth. Countries are artificial constructs for the benefit of some and the slavery of others thought of as lesser than by the powerful, by royalty and others who think they are superior.
JaZzArt en València 
Precioso poema y preciosa la ilustración. Buen día.
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Muchísimas gracias Azurea, feliz día!
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Precioso el poema y preciosa la ilustración. Buen día.
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Bon dia Azurea y muchas gracias
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Beautifully written and expressed, my friend! I fully agree with your sentiments!
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Thank you so much my friend!
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Wow I love this wonderful poem Francis telling it like it is! well done my friend💖
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Thank you so much Cindy! 🌹😊🙏🏻
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soooo welcome 💕❤️
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