I’m waiting for Columbus to return

to rediscover the land I call home

perhaps to start anew and rebuild what we once knew

A land where people walked hand and hand and when someone fell there was a hand , mattered not the color of the skin only that we cared for them….

I’m waiting for the flag we raised, again to be honored, respected and praised for seeing us through the many battles we endured to keep the land clear and free from those who tried to steal our liberty

but that liberty comes with a cost….. seemingly forgotten by many of us…. that we will have to fight on this our land to protect our home from the infiltration of the “lost” that jeer and laugh at the cross …… and justify those who would strap a bomb to a child and proclaim it a noble act to end their life with no regrets…..

I’m waiting for Columbus to raise up from the grave and remind us  of the gift that we received and to take an honest look of what we have lost and what was given away……

waiting for Columbus

oboe the Hobo