When The Dust Settles
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