The
Heir
I am the heir of courageous men
Who decided to fight for a country to
call their
Own.
I am the heir of hopeful and broken
people
Who decided to stay in a country
not their
Own.
I am the heir of brothers who
fought each other
Who decided their country belonged
to them and not the other to
Own.
I am the heir of heroes who fought
in countless battles
Who decided our sovereignty should
be protected and entirely our
Own.
I am the heir of righteous men and
women marching
Who decided that justice and rights should be
equal and fair for their
Own.
I am the heir of healing mothers
Who decided that wrongs could be
righted and hearts uplifted for their
Own.
I am the heir of the air I breathe
in this country
Who decided to recognize that all I
am, I owe through heritage I call my very
Own.
I am the heir, an American, a
person from a land of imperfections
Who has decided a loud and
proud voice can cite exceptional triumphs.
Who will not be silenced.
Whose words will not be suppressed.
Whose religious beliefs will not be
scoffed.
Who will stand for justice when
injustice is rife.
Who will fight with sweat and blood
for the soul of a nation,
In pursuit of the sweet, sweet
bounty that freedom has brought,
For the price of liberty is too high a price to pay,
If we lose the country, I am proud
to call my
Own.
I Am Heir.
~d.lawrence
From my book Looking
In from Outside: Poetry & Prose, titled “The Heir.”
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