american history
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Romantic blood and majestic past;
Flatter the abused, give them scraps,
Or they’ll ask for respect.
Maintain a system
Of perception.
No, don’t call it oppression.
You are made of gold --
All the world is my stage, but I am not acting.
Standing up for what's right and just.
Sharing my passions and knowledge,
about so many things...
astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
The building filled with people who all look alike
Crowded and crammed cheering the loudest they could
Watching it makes me question why I am here
Part 1 inequality
Mind is full
Fridge is empty
But ain’t that the way it supposed to be
I have less so you can have more
Ironic how
Alexander Hamilton,
so concerned about a legacy,
that he missed the present.
Passed up on the now,
and he flew straight to
the future.
Missed out on the mundane,
From the start
we were a bold child,
undaunted and wild;
undefiled
by the structured chains
of a developed bureaucracy.
In the last light of dusk
A bright flame sprouts
From the center of the flag
That represents a united country
Old glory now represents a dying idea
The one of unity
Making History Out Of What?
What will history make of us?
I think as I read of my peers
Bringing toy guns to school
And decorating the halls in blood
It all started with a blur
Who am I and what do I want?
Nothing makes sense, that’s for sure
Golden age of mystery,
Creating great misery.
Repeated history,
Down to duplicity.
A golden gate of bronze,
Cherish a golden swan,
Into the middle of dawn,
To chance on.
Throw a punch before you leave
Rise up on your heels, peel their hands from your throat
And run
Run until you have enough room to charge
What a distinct time in America
Here’s a story I gotta tell ya
I finally received the right to vote
