When We Were Little
When we were little we all played together
Laughed together
Had fun together.
We didn’t know who was light
Who was dark
Who was white.
If you followed the rules and treated people well, we were friends.
We pride ourselves in this country’s great beginnings.
How the colonists came then wanted their freedom.
But for hundreds of years men were enslaved.
When we realized the error of our ways, we made laws to compensate for our flaws.
Regrettably, frustratingly rather than understanding and tolerance, we continue to separate.
We forget that except for our Native brothers, we all immigrated and this country belongs to us all.
God bless America, my home sweet home.
Marc Anthony can’t sing those words, but Celine Dion can?
Coke wants to teach the whole world to sing
America the Beautiful in harmony.
Just don’t sing it in different languages.
Race relations, consternation, separating this great nation.
We could change the world if we could think like we did
When we were little and we played together
Laughed together
Had fun together.
When we didn’t know who was light
Who was dark
Who was white.
If you followed the rules and treated people well, we were friends.
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