Collective memory lives like a cesspool collecting waste history birthed into us a collectors grave- for our ancestors fought and even today, not asking for the sky to darken their days, the challenge remains across seas/ across plains birthed in a land of contradiction and dis-ease we claim our— birthright to land birthright to peace birthright to die in love- we do as we please our birthright to birth unfettered by greed. © Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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