The Vision

A land a sunder One side thunder The other strife But both of plunder A schism of people Eager to greet you Naive, standard Skeptics, deceitful Worry about you own take care of your home Advertised everywhere So, get on the throne But, was it not oppression By endless succession That opened our minds For people to invest in? This country was formed From a peoples' love born From hatred and muteness That was not scorned From saying enough tyranny No longer is fear in me I will make a place Where everyone is dear to me Our founding fathers love Greed no more Our founding fathers love People restored