oh home on the range--nothing has changed

oh home on the range—

nothing has changed

 

disdaining

and disagreeing

 

yet sharing

the same bowl

 

pilate’s children dip

fingers in common water

 

each washing

the other’s hands

 

with bloody towels

of innocence

 

indifference

is the american way

 

come let us play

cowboys and indians

 

no less a claimed massacre—

last stand on somebody else’s land

 

not a mumbling word is heard

‘bout treatment of the ebony heard

 

at home on the range

seems nothing has changed

 

same beat…killing

same street…god willing

 

this is the land of the free

and the home of the brave

 

doesn’t include you and me—

children of the slave

 

race remains the country’s major issue

hued skin is still treated like used waste tissue

 

to making america great again

is returning to business as usual

 

let the chameleon poor heal their own pain

power for the masses is always met with refusal

 

let not bomb-barded hearts succumb to trouble

liberty succeeds nothing without struggle