If one man can’t hold his temper,
how much worse a nation?
If west cannot meet south,
how do we navigate our world?
If brothers keep their distance,
how can a family get close?
If no one imagines something better,
how can a nation dream in full colour?
If everyone shouts and no one listens,
how can a thought be shared?
If it’s always me first and for most,
how can wealth be common/fairly dished?
No, fifty stars would loose their sparkle &
thirteen stripes fall flat, again and again.