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?