A Dream Forgotten

Purple Mountains for those afar

who in their distance see.

The vast expanse, wide and far

from sea to shining sea.

But to those mountains, I have trekked 

and there I have found,

no vivid light nor color flecked.

Only dirt upon the ground.

So there I stand on mountain high 

and trace once fruited land.

Hemmed so neat my spacious sky,

stitched with weary hand. 

But a dream forgotten, I suppose,

is that land of the free.

And of its memory we dispose 

when hatred bends our knee

A blank-faced nation, if we could

find the pride to be,

would be crowned with brotherhood

from sea to shining sea. 

Yes, we are a blank-faced nation.

No coloring nor hues 

could force us into subjugation 

unless of course, we choose.

So while we stand divided,

One nation under God,

our future is decided 

and our legacy downtrod.

For we have yet to see!

if a nation brought hence,

conceived in liberty pure,

can sustain her defense.

And thus, long endure. 

A house divided is our nation.

I fear no longer can she stand

under the oppressive breath of discrimination 

that clouds our sacred land.

But through more than race,

we divide, weaken, mar.

and the brilliance of Liberty's face

grows every anguished and scarred.

So let not your political lines divide,

nor your religious diversity sway.

We must end the war between our sides

and unite the U.S. of A.

For we are one body, a nation thus bound

to the insurance of our longevity 

and the freedoms which found

America, in its entirety.

America, America, crippled have you been

by the self inflicted chains of separation 

that have risen up again,

to corrupt a united persuasion. 

Yes, a dream forgotten, I suppose

is that land of the free. 

And of its memory we dispose 

when hatred bends our knee.

A blank-faced nation if we could,

find the pride to be.

Would be crowned with brotherhood 

from sea to shining sea.