The Final Word
We set upon a journey
That would make us great
We decided to love our neighbors
Instead of embracing hate
We opened our hearts to the poor
A roof over every head
We measured our speech
Considering what we said
Discriminating unacceptable
Not afraid of history
Truth not a fabrication
Helping others our ministry
We took back handouts
The rich had enough
Money for education
medicine and other stuff
We protested for others
Sacrificing what we could
It was not just about us
We considered the greater good
Right mixed with left
Divisions all blurred
America became Great!
“We the People” had the final word.
The above is my hope for America.
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