A Ballade on Divisions
American voices rise—falls,
Lines drawn in shade are thick and wide.
Walls of silence echo through halls,
While truths get lost, trust set–aside.
The hearts of many ache–they bide,
Each tethered soul–heavy thoughts bear.
They forge a chasm deep and wide,
American dreams–Will we dare?
Once beneath the same hopeful sun,
Now fractured paths–through fields we tread.
Conversations halt–words undone,
With each difference, doubt is spread.
Compassion fades, replaced with dread,
eyes blind to common bonds we share.
Yet in darkness, still a light spread—
American dreams–Will we dare?
Though banners wave and voices clash,
The common pulse beats strong and true.
In every clash, dreams fade to ash,
Yet hope can light the way anew.
We will bridge this space—breakthrough,
to unite our dreams and declare,
Every voice can sing, every hue—
American dreams–will we dare?
O people—rise—lay aside care,
Unity, our strength will find our peace.
Together, we heal, and we share—
American dreams–will we dare?

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