The Divided Truth
"... One nation under God, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all."
It's a lie.
We've been divided since the beginning,
because you've always seemed to think less
of me and my meaning.
It's a lie.
You've treated me as though I never had a purpose,
and for a while now you've made it seem
like I'm not worth it.
It's a lie.
Even with liberty, I am still bound by chains,
and not one time can I recall justice being made.
Even though I took no part in the festivities,
I was forced to take the blame.
It's a lie, so let me fix it,
"... a divided nation under god, with
limited liberty, and justice for some."
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