Brother Against Brother

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    Brother Against Brother

    I am going to tell you a story, one that I am sure you have all heard.
    A story of broken promises, and a nation that wouldn't keep it's word.
    This is a story of you and me, and how our great nation came to be.
    This is a story of the first refugees and the things they endured just to be free.

    Decades ago in centuries long past,
    Our ancestors left their homes to be free at last.
    Free from the oppression of those born to rule,
    Free from the laws of a king and queen so cruel.
    They set out across the ocean far and wide,
    How they would live, they had yet to decide.
    When they landed on this beautiful shore,
    They declared their king, King No More!
    They declared all men equal with equal rights,
    And for this land of freedom all would fight!
    They opened their arms to all who would come;
    Who wanted to be free of the oppressions they were fleeing from.
    They got to this country and Declared their Independence,
    They did all these things with such good intentions.
    However, it did not last I am sad to say,
    They reverted back to their old oppressive ways.
    Each race decided that theirs was better than their neighbors,
    They began to hate and fight each other.
    Greed and Covetousness became their motto,
    And what they could not have, they began to kill for.
    Though the Indians were here first and had all the rights,
    The Whites took their land and freedom;
    Though they fought with all their might.
    The Mexicans too fought the Whites over thir desert land,
    To this day we still tell the story of The Alamos' Last Stand.
    The Blacks have probably felt the worst of the Racism;
    With all of their years of slavery.
    It is no wonder the Blacks to this day still hate them.
    The racism is a two way street, race against race, isin't that just great!
    We need to go back to the ideals of the past,
    And break the Racial bonds at long last.
    For if we look back over time, we will all see-----

    That in this Country we are all truly Refugees!

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    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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