I am thankful for what's passed, history.
Though not looking for more signs or similies that
so forged the lessons and days on my end
burned with some genuflection for 'God.'
The pilgrimage of old
sought birth in a new world
from kingdom's fauxs that fractured good faiths.
Yet, tough to kick the habit
to instill lessening of prideship
in those that live with spirit,
those non-modern, but family,
those equal folk, yet different
in their craft and in their plight.
Oh where does the trail of tears cease?
At the western sea.
Where does it end? In time I think, pray, ease.
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