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IMMIGRANTS CHILDREN ALL

 

And they woke up

And did not like the King

Nor the Queen, the Bishops or the Courts.

They sailed the ocean blue

Found new land

Older than any memory

With tribes roaming and prospering

With no royal titles

And no brick walls

And said “this is ours.”

Period.

Imagine the Chutzpah! –

“This is ours”

And wage war against all natives

Who had followed the herds

For centuries beyond memory

Came from Asia

Via the Bering Straights land bridge

And settled a virgin land

Now forced back on a trail of tears

Toward the western shores

Whence they originated

After the long Asian trek from Africa

         And thus we now elect senators

         Descended from the “property”

         That toiled in fields

         Bled at the whipping post

         Bore children of the master

         In order to live another year

Until the Senate, the House and the virtual Presidency

Are in the grasp of the descendants –

Immigrant’s children all                                                        210106.2