We are bruised and burned
Striving for greatness
But often we fail
To tell the true tale
Of this nation
The black and blue
Injuries to the marginalized
But yet we strive
To pick ourselves up
and fight for a common goal
Hate seems to command the day
But love swings heavy fists
It never misses the knockout blow
To lay avarice and malice
Into the waste
Yes we are bloodied and bruised
But yet we still climb
To touch the sky
And build brick by brick
A country we can love and never forget
Painting, “Stormy Sky,” Jean Lursson. Painting Valley
