The day arrives.
You sit back and smile.
The sun rises
and you think finally humanity has learned.
Gone is the prejudice,
All the death camps,
and burning crosses
are but a fading memory.
We’ll not have that in America.
Not in the land of the free.
Not in the land of Lincoln.
But storms come whether we bid them come or not.
Tests for our metal,
for all we stand for,
for what is right.
we see that hatred adopts new clothes,
new ways to twist holy into horror.
We also learn our diversity makes us stronger,
makes us richer,
makes us able to bend in the wind.
For, we observe, hatred makes a country brittle,
causes it to break.
We are the land of the free,
but only if we prove it every day.
We can have a new birth of freedom,
and as a free, diverse nation be the shining city upon a hill
—if we have the collective will.
©July 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne