RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
Birth of the Nation
Two hundred forty-seven years ago
We founded a new nation
Rich in ideals and principles
Poor in integrity
Crippled with hypocrisy
For two hundred forty-seven years
We have advanced and retreated
Fought for a better world
Yielded to degradation
Fought for justice and equality
Fought for slavery and genocide
We have expanded the electorate
We have pulled it back again
We have enshrined justice for all
But withheld it for minorities
We were born with great promise
For all of humankind
To not know we have fallen short
One would have to be blind
The greatness of our nation
Is that we always push ahead
We acknowledge our shortcomings
We pay tribute to the dead
We may never find the answers
But we will always find a way
To improve the way things are
To ensure a better day
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