By RJ
I am not a poet but Florida’s latest history made me write these few lines.
Florida oh my Florida.
The ocean borders you and the sun gives love to thee.
election mishaps,
pure indignation I see.
Is it so difficult to decide destiny?
or is it that you don’t want part of history?
Florida oh my Florida.
The rights are protected in this great nation but yours never be.
Cubans come to this nation for liberty and find more than thee.
It is what it is.
It is difficult to see.
Your desire to be.
The one and only one to be free.
Decisions are not part of thee.
At least,
on this election to be.
This poem is a reflection of Florida’s latest mishaps in recent elections.
