division
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It's a new world outhere
to behold within
to catch without
leaving for times,
unknown to the doubts
your lives, little to the gold
found in the rubble of the world in here
we toss and turn
The American People
I hear again,
That is me
So I listen.
I hear words,
Words I never said or thought
Under the label
The American People.
One time,
Sometime,
There was a non-magical building
In an even more non-magical town,
Where pumpkins and mice
Were as plain as they sound.
There were no Great Stone Dragons
As one, we are the people.
As one, we are the world power.
As one, We were once the United States of America.
Slowly, but oh! so slowly...
The rivers came,
angered,
shunned,
alone.
Oh, when will we see the land of the free
There is a war not away
But right in the streets
A place of division
And fear of police
Oh, the need to come together
Oh, when will we see the land of the free
There is a war not away
But right in the streets
A place of division
And fear of police
Oh, the need to come together
And fight for the peace
E Pluribus Unum.
Out of many,
One.
One lost hope,
One country fallen from grace,
One administration
Sometimes people forget
We are on the same side,
We fight each other
Instead of the enemy.
A country full of hypocrites,
America
Home of free and brave
Everyone 'loves' America
But why are we so divided?
If America is beautiful,
why do we pollute?
If America is great,
why do we hate?
Oh, the want for greatness is an earnest desire,
It’s your life, after all.
Passionate people in a divided nation,
Of course they don’t want it to fall!
Voice your views! Denounce the enemy!
You didn't have me in stiches at hello,
but you had me in stiches not too long ago.
This is a love story fraught with grief,
Cause I'm caught up bewteen you two,
my first love and you.
Gentrification gettin’ into this nation;Historically segregation, Killin’ kids, lit in flames and;Rioting makes it hasten, and racists make the hatred;It’s wicked and dangerous, we livin’ in hades;
Can I Get A Story
I am Black and American
Yet I am labeled as white
And not because I bite
I have a voice;
Strong and loud.
Can make people listen,
People in the crowd.
I know right from wrong;
I'm not sitting in a cloud.
I'll scream till you hear me;
Scream really loud!
Do not run.
Walk.
Do not yell.
Talk.
These somber expressions
They haunt me
my nights,
to make perfect impressions,
to have the right opinion,
the right clothes, the right smile,
Affirmative action.
A good idea?
Perhaps.
Equality for all races...
Hate that word, races.
Tells of a division
Separate groups
Of black, and white.
"Why?" some ask
Not understanding
