I do not recognize this place I see, this home I have known for an eternity.
Each day that passes the chances to heal seem farther away and less real.
Is it because I dream now of what is real the lies told did not take hold.
I listen and I hear my brothers and sisters for the first time and I understand
that it was their cry that awakened me from this deep slumber of deniability.
I do not recognize this land I love as we move away from truth and facts
and I wonder if we are truly on our backs.
I see the flag that once held meaning to me for those I loved who fought overseas and
I see not the heroism and love that it meant only the blood that it shed
there is no path forward if we are all not there.
So I raise my voice for all to hear, We will not let them win with hate and fear, open our eyes
and we will see that our brothers and sisters are there standing besides us hand in hand
and we will together make this the land that is truly meant to be Free.