E Pluribus Unum

E pluribus unum

Taxes piled up
Grateful patriots grinning
An illusion made solid in blind faith
The war doesn't touch our beaches
That storm is elsewhere but the blue angels still roar in our skies.
The news stations gleam freedom and happiness for all, but the streets tell a different story.
The unclothed, unfed, unworked masses stand in the street and cry out at injustice.
Their echo's silenced by the ever turning cog of industry.
Our boys retuned from the desert surcomb to a insatiable thirst and wake from tremorsus nightmares  in the sole comfort and silent regret that they defended freedom.
They are victims too.

Out of many one

What does it really mean ?
Are the wonders of the world not drenched with the blood of slaves ?
The staircases of kings are the backs of poupers.

Out of many people one may live happy
Out of many families one should be strong.
Out of many  colors one is found better
Out of many nations one remains guiltless
Out of many masses one will survive

We can make a better world
Out of many efforts
One creation
One thought
One dream