United: A Dream

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Baton Rouge police rush a crowd of protesters to make arrests. (Mark Wallheiser/Getty Images)

Weak and weary do we wander

In this constant state of wonder—

This—America—

Not the one we used to know

Not the one we dream below

This—America—

That refused to listen

Even as the fuses glisten

This—America—

Lines drawn in the sand

Too entrenched to go off brand

This—America—

‘Tis of thee, I sing

Bombs bursting in the fling

This—America—

Of values lost to blindness

Without hope for human kindness.

 

This—America—

That forces me to moan:

I have never truly known.

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