The Price
The land that we stand upon
Brag about; declare to so love
Was not bought with a dollar
Nor with even a thousand
It was taken through blood
That shed deep into the soil
Fertilizing fruitful crops of
Sugarcane, tobacco, cotton
Blood turned to bars of gold
The crimes forgotten because
Money in hand is worth more
Than the value of humanity
Everything has a value; a price
Especially when it is something
Everyone wants, but only few
Will get rich with the gain.
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Exactly!! What an amazing way to put this
History lesson in less is more…