That I Sing
Even though bottles and rocks at me they threw
growing up every 4th of July I wore red white and blue
My love for you has waxed and waned like the moon
I am a jilted lover trying not fall in love again too soon
Slavery, Jim Crow and even now my people you do offend
However; from all enemies , foreign and domestic it is you I will defend
I will fight you when you are wrong
and pray my faith in you will remain strong
But, in the end like a Cardinal in late spring
it’s of you America, that I sing
Hussein Ali Hill-Johnson 5/18/17
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