Our flag still waves for what makes us great,

Yet it's mangled in places from a tremendous weight.

People are laughing and crying at our new state,

But deep down know there's much more at stake.

 

With the swing of a pendulum, history is made.

A new president is elected wielding a fiery blade,

Pointing at the flag while watching for dismay.

Chewing through progress and achievements made,

Without any mercy for those standing in the way.

Resistance is hard when you're being eyed like prey.

 

Racism is dead, that's what they say,

After putting on a suit to begin their masquerade.

"Don't talk about it. Be as quiet as a mouse."

That's no easy feat when racism is in your house.

Two men cannot walk down the street, hand in hand.

But are expected to fight one another in Afghanistan.

 

I find it hard to believe this is only temporary. 

We want to spend billions on expanding the military. 

Yet veterans are on the streets, Americans are starving.

We are watering a plant that slowly has us dissolving.

 

Stitches must be made, scars must be worn,

To remind ourselves of where we come from.

We must rebuild and at once put down our guns.

Now that I've spoken, I can't be the only one.