Golden Sand Poem by Daniel McCann

Golden Sand



Under the rain
inside my imagination in a place
where there is no race
im happy here
no busses to chase
no countrys to take
no judgement to make
so safe no one can harm me
no gangs, a gang cant grow into an army
groups dont make troups
we have one land
there is golden sand
on this flat surface
we work it with our bare hands
we dont need to build a boat to cross the sea
we are happy here so we leave it be
we are already free
there may be a greener side
but its a greener side we dont need to see
its all said and done
on golden sand under the sun
my life has finally begun
my imagination is real
because I can feel
I can feel... the rain?

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