A wall short or tall

Is not for any of us, not at all

After all, on Lady Liberty it is written

“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,” and, they were smitten 

My ancestors and yours too

Came looking for a new life 

For they themselves and each future you

Save for those that the white Europeans decimated

We all started elsewhere, where our histories were created

“There but for the grace of God go I”

Does apply

To every you, him, her, me, and I

There are so many stories, versions of how

We came to be, where our country is now

But, is this the right path?

And how would we know?

Without, searching, and asking, talking – to grow

To understand your viewpoint, and mine, and some other’s as well

So that we can grow, metamorphose, have our perspectives swell

Becoming new comprehensions

Reducing the tensions

Not defending these false pretensions

That neighbors are better

But for fences

No there are better ways

To strengthen our nation

So that we will have

Such great jubilation

We’ll come together sooner or later, we must

To figure this out, each other to trust

Or bust

And rust

To fade back into the earth’s crust

But it is not time for our country’s demise

This tumult, these divisions will help us to rise

And once again come together to be all that

And more

Our trust in each other, we will restore

Let us sit together, dialogue, listen, break bread

Find out what makes us tick, remove all the dread

That that one is right, no I am, not you

Is this really the best that each of us can do?

Enough of this preaching, more reaching, and teaching

Collaborate, meditate, mediate, potentiate, celebrate, make us great

All are welcome here