A New Sunrise Yet to Come
A New Sunrise Yet to Come
Oh America!
A new sunrise is yet to come
To revive your honor and ideals
That your martyrs and your heroes
Fought to let shine radiantly
In sunrises that have come.
You had your rises.
You had your sets.
You had some dark and gloomy days.
But I believe you can rise again
For all the world to see
The red, white, blue
Of America, Land of the Free.
Twice You’ve had a sunrise
Laughed at, scorned and left to bleed
You are ready for a third
A new sunrise yet to come
Adams, Jefferson, Franklin first dreamed
The first sunrise that came.
Saying, “All Men Are Created Equal.”
“All Men Are Created Free.”
That every man was born with rights
Of Life and Liberty.
And for these rights, they risked their lives
These rights for you and me.
Giving man the opportunity
To Go and shape his life
In the rendezvous with destiny.
For a time, You shined bright
Proud and free, as you ought to be
For darkness would soon cover your land
And blood shall soak the ground
And the brave be called
To fight for you again.
For some men who lived
During the first sunset that came
Preached: “All men are NOT Equal.”
“All Men are NOT Free.”
And vowed to protect
The evil called slavery.
Many fought and many died
On the fields, in the rivers, and in the woods,
Brother against brother,
To test to see
If you could be
True to the first sunrise that came.
Then Lincoln spoke
To a House divided
To bind and mend
Heal and cure
The breaks wrought by slavery
And feebly through the dark storm clouds
A simple and glimmering hope
A new sunrise in the distance!
Struggled but arose
Reaffirmed were the words,
“All Men are Created Equal.”
“All Men are Created Free.”
And these ideas would endure
For America Yet to Be.
Now this new found glory would soon come to pass.
Glory comes and glory goes
Energy, passion ebbs and floes
And suns do set every now and then
Even though they rise again and again.
Now a sunset is here again
With all walks of life
Saying: “America, You are not great.”
Common as common goes.”
“And better doomed than to live.”
But responsible for all evil, you are not
Imperfect, yes, but who is not?
Yet in your heart you carry words that bring hope to all who hear:
“All Men are Created Equal.”
“All Men are Created Free.”
And Yet, they divide you up in colors:
Divided in Blue and Red
Black and white
Blue and Black
The Red, White, and Blue of Unity.
And cross thrown down
And star turned dim
And heaven’s smeared with words:
Blurred: “Tolerance for ideas yet to come.”
And a Sunrise is Yet Come.
Though I may not see it.
Nor touch its glorious splendor.
But I will work, toil, pray, hope,
I’ll Fight.
For Your New Sunrise Yet to Come.