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The American dream lies etched upon each face

Weary lines, heavily worn, seem out of place

In search for some transparent peaceful shore

Next to sun-lit crystal seas of lore

Has not reached the stretch of our finger tip spans

Has not brushed so near as to grasp trembling hands

This creed upon our banners unfurled

Like marble steps beckoning before the world

He who works hard earns his stake in the land

Only for them the future’s torch is passed hand to hand

And oh the progress we built as we the people wept

Drops of sweat upon blood ties, betrayed to blood lines, for promises; unkempt

nephews, nieces, uncles of a Justice sleeping, slumber-slept

Before a greed so momentous and great

That many of “We the people,” work our whole life spans-to find it our fate

Near at all times an unpiteous poverty which never abates