| August 4, 2006 My Forefathers' Plea by Brian Anderson, insurgent49 we hold these truths to be self-evident this paper in clenched upright fists life has been granted but has liberty for all become a farce? what pursuit of happiness has been given to you? such a nation are we with Bible in one hand, Koran in another and a ghost silhouetted by a burning cross are the poor so unsightly; are the diverse crowds so bountiful as to take away our united stand? could it be the masses fear change; could it be the majority has become so melted as to fear a splash of color, a jolt of ideology? our huddled minorities exist within corners preserving their culture, their history, their vitality yet what is our American culture? our American culture is born of a rebel, a terrorist but we find ourselves well fed and growing fat on oil and beer so let us starve, let us journey that we may become enraged enough to remember those old days where justice felt right and beyond reach then with our gnarled aged wisdom let us pass it on to the children a new crusade led by those strangers in our midst a new age where we are relics where oil is obsolete and borders lost to greeting hands where new truth and new justice prevail beyond our imaginations Oh, America, find your life, find your space stirred into that melted pot simmering just below a boil we have held these truths for so long, don’t let your arms weaken let us waltz with lady liberty race with our pursuit of happiness and smell the sweet sweet life we all hold within our hands forever and ever forged into the steal of our hearts |
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Reserved. in-sur-gent (in sur'jent), n. 1. a member of a group which revolts against the policies of its leadership. |
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