When the dust settles, what happens and what remains?

When history unfolds, are there not horrible pains?

The land of the free had to be paid at a price

The lives and sufferings of millions to be precise

The Founding Fathers wanted rights for all to share

Yet some drove off and killed natives and called it fair

They called for equality when it all began

Yet they considered some as three fifths of a man

Some states took up arms against the red, white, and blue

As a nation with a new flag they proudly flew

They fought against liberty and justice for all

The evil foundation on which they built did fall

But the battles continued for a hundred years

Many appeals were made with blood, sorrow, and tears

 

These wars and conflicts leave remnants for us today

For the deeds of the past the price is ours to pay

Do the wrongdoings of times past that are much hated

Call for a need for all to be compensated?

Is it true that riots and mobs cause great distress

And leave the lives of others in a bloody mess?

Let us have forgiveness, and then peace will ensue

But if we think “eye-for-eye”, hard times continue!

There is no denying that this nation is great

We need to pull together, before it’s too late

Our diversity strengthens the land of the free

Let us use that as hope, from sea to shining sea