Saturday, December 28, 2024

My America

 

Here, we do not only celebrate one new year 

Every day is a new day to start anew 

But also any way to celebrate something new, 

Customary to someone other than you, 

Is no less splendatory 

Having a sense of belonging to the history of man 

The richness of humanity, our ever evolving understanding of creation 

Tied in every way to the center of what it means to have loved -- been loved 

 

Here, we are a nation of many colors, iridescent 

Stitched with Red White and Blue, the common threads uniting us 

Residing on a land people have traveled to and through for centuries 

A place with a people as diverse as the vegetation, much also having been brought 

We the People, a sustaining sustenance, stewards 

Native to this land or not, we have shared in the weaving and the weeping 

We have built and spilt, sacrificed and endured, 

We have held on to our dreams so tightly, they came true long after our bodies had gone

We are prosperous because we have agreed on the value of life 

Living so far in the future, forgetting any current lack 

It is, and has always been, for the generations to come we've striven to be our best 

 

Here, it is the will of the people who empower and drive the stakes 

Our collective conscious negotiates, conclusions of right and wrong exposing us 

Both our weakness and our strength, grievances aired through our freedom of speech 

We continue to reiterate. Slowly, but surely, correcting our mistakes 

We are not infallible, destined from the start to subjugate 

Coerced by greed and power, many have fallen meek 

But as we expand and populate, as our depth of resources extrapolate 

Collectively we elevate, feeding our general intelligence  

The information the future will need, preserving each seed 

So the generations to come will know each flower and each weed 

 

Here, we speak before we think and act before we know 

But we think deeply and act in behest of our heart's pursuit freely 

We are loud, and rambunctious, We are not known for sitting still 

We long for adventure, and to work hard  

Until our hands are stiff and unmoving 

We find pleasure in our pain, and pain in our pleasures 

But we never wish this upon another 

We aspire to lead by example and fail with sound 

It is not behind closed doors that we breakdown 

It is in your face, it is proud of the trial, it is messy and ugly, it is without disgrace 

It is meant to deter others from crossing this ground 

 

Here, song and dance enliven us 

We sing at the top of our lungs, missing every note and getting a word only by chance 

We admire the talent others have 

We let it motivate us to build habits and create our own paths 

Our spirit is both lite and heavy, like a rain cloud 

We bring our hope with us wherever we go, and shower the ground we walk 

So that those around us can grow 

There is a lust for living each moment to its fullest, bred into every heart and soul,  

Where even those on the wall begin to sway, awkwardly glancing back, before giving the two step a go 

Having no rhythm or melody does not dismay, our love for it found in the lyric or contrary 

 

Here, we find reason to love 

We look for opportunities to include, believing that it is together we stand tall 

That you will see what I cannot and I will share my thoughts 

That through collaboration our foundation will be staunch 

We take the roads less traveled, without the tools to clear the way 

We makeshift our existence through ingenuity and renaissance 

Taking every opportunity to add flare and ambiance 

Nothing is bland here, our meals two sizes too big, biting off more than we can chew 

And we look like it 

We are bull headed and chasing our passion, because there is nothing better to do 

We are living in the greatest country ever established, but it must be cared for and tended to 

It is not a finished product and has many areas in which it can improve, but 

Together, and through our love of it, we will find ways to move forward and in truth 

 

Here, we are meant to chase our dreams 

To arrive at a destination only to change our pursuit 

We are not locked into position, we are not perfect or defective 

We are what we choose to do, We are the time we choose to take 

We are anything we want to be, so long as you are willing to instantiate 

We are the catchers and makers of dreams 

We manifest our own realities, by aligning our thoughts, actions, and means 

Driven by our ideals, for our future, the assurance of our children's opportunities 

Each one worthy of celebration, each day tens of thousands beginning their first year 

Another jubilation, another demarcation, a place for rebirth, a life to renew

Discoveries to unearth, and a whole universe open to us, waiting for its Muse.

 

 


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