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 a resounding greed, as its common refrain 

the death of many for the good of the few

has remained our nation's common view

our faiths and beliefs despite their difference

shouts its hypocrisy with thunderous persistence

because these ancient thoughts knew something 

that we need peace and hope to conquer our numbing

we await as the pride will once fall

Maybe then, there may be peace for all.

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