our nation has left a trail of tears
built on lashed backs and unfounded fears
with blackened lungs from years in mines
and children dying before their time
our pride in tech, as once in rails for trains
has resounding greed, as its common refrain
the death of many for the good of the few
has remained our nation's common view
our actions and beliefs, despite their difference
shout its hypocrisy with thunderous persistence
As we watch the pride begin to fall
Maybe then, there will be peace for all.