A Dream Forgotten

Purple mountains to those afar,

who in their distance see,

the full 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.

A dream forgotten, I suppose 

is the Land of The Free. 

And of it's memory we dispose

when hatred bends our knee

We are a blank faced nation

no coloring or hues

could force us into subjugation

unless of course, we choose.

A diverse nation, if we could

find the pride to be

would be crowned in brotherhood 

From Sea to Shining Sea.