My thoughts on the recent Super Bowl halftime show
What joy it must be to love your homeland
So much that every third word that slips
Out your lips sing love for your homeland!
What joy it must be to proudly carry
The flag of your homeland;
The one made of cloth on your shoulders,
And the one made of love in your heart!
A joy I cannot participate in
Because I
Do not
Cannot
Lo- What, to him, must feel like carrying a torch,
To me, feels like a funeral pyre.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-02-09 at 14:00
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Bad Bunny
What joy it must be to love your homeland
So much that every third word that slips
Out your lips sing love for your homeland!
What joy it must be to proudly carry
The flag of your homeland;
The one made of cloth on your shoulders,
And the one made of love in your heart!
A joy I cannot participate in
Because I
Do not
Cannot
Lo- What, to him, must feel like carrying a torch,
To me, feels like a funeral pyre.
Poetry by Sameen
Written on 2026-02-09 at 14:00
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