We honor our founding fathers,

But who are they?

Sons, mothers, daughters,

Called themselves slaves

Founding fathers owning slaves,

What does that mean?

One man out of millions craves,

A part of the vast green.

America is just a broken piece,

Of this huge confusing puzzle

Some of us are happy and free,

But some of us are shut down as if we’ve been muzzled

How do we get by in a land so free,

If we aren't all equal?

Fighting, violence, saying sorry,

Sitting here wondering if there will be a sequel

Will this new version of America be good,

Or will it be a repeat of the past?

Anger sparking like firewood,

Burning like summer grass

When the sequel finally comes,

Will we be happy?

Tears of joy, no longer on the run

Caught up in the elatedness, seeming very sappy

Is it so sappy if we’re no longer held against our will?

Not being silenced,

Heart finally filled

Full of defiance

Feeling like fighting against injustice,

Hoping that I’ll see the day,

That I’m finally trusted,

But I do not trust the founding fathers when the countries in such disarray