Why Were We Left Out?
With even steps, hesitancy absent,
You so resolutely tread
Along the worn roads, once pristine,
Now stained red.
Whistle a tune; swing your arms
Along with merriment
To the moans and groans of those who fell
To your civilized contempt.
Greet your fellow; embrace your brother
As one becomes a crowd.
A cheer to humanity, an oath for progress
Each of you avowed
To a land that is home to none of you.
Belonging to itself.
"Life, liberty, and happiness to all," you cry,
Yet, why were we left out?