A Poem

 

A man went to the Great Lakes Military Cemetery in Holly, Michigan. He took some photos while reflecting on what’s going on in our country today.

Then he wrote this simple poem:

          I don’t see any color here,
          The headstones look the same;
          No black no brown no white skin tone
          There’s no one here to blame.

          These soldiers fought and died for you;
          Their color you can’t see;
          Your rights are still protected;
          Here’s the place to take a knee.

Originally posted 2020-08-19 09:55:02.

5 thoughts on “A Poem”

  1. There you go again Sir, Not measuring a man by the color of his skin… BRAVO ZULU…

    I hope that good people everywhere can see how MSM and ruling class have conspired in order to divide the country so they can attain power and line their own pockets..

  2. Well, truly, and righteously put.* God Save America and all who abide with us. Semper Fi.
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    *Oxford comma intended.

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