Colors stand side by side united
Watershed moments creating the effect
Some days it feels like an illusion
Progress derailed, everyone is suspect.
I had hoped that in my life
Minds would be open
Words would not bring strife.
Is it to much to ask for because nothing is as it seems
Maybe that’s why they call it dreams
People on the ground bleeding out red
Zealots finding new weapons not happy till everyone is dead.
I began my life the year a president took a ride
It was to be his last for you see from a bullet he died.
Then there was a man who took a long walk. He didn’t walk alone but died because of his talk.
Now am am much older and have seen many things. My only hope is before I die, is that the dream be still alive.