Poem For
My Country
By Beau Beausoleil
I want
a day
when
every
gun
refuses
to
fire
I want
a day
when
every
hateful
word
stings
the tongue
of its
speaker
I want
a day
of
listening
only
to the
under/sky
of dreaming
earth
I want
a first day
to hold
our country
to its
promises
I want
a day
that does
not end
in grief
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