The Light of Freedom Dims

Dusk falls slowly and silently

While the blind dog takes no notice of the change

So it is when the light of freedom dims

On the concrete jungles of the cities

And the farms and ranches

Of America’s Plains

Phyllis Weeks Rogers 1/27/21

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