America let us come together,
We the People, born of perfect union;
Blessings of Liberty make our weather,
As written into our Constitution.
Tranquility these days may not be seen,
Yet, we declare we are all born equal,
Nowhere is stated that we should be mean,
General Welfare; Justice is our sequel.
The Pursuit of Happiness is our Hope,
Gone is the king who reigned in Tyranny:
Against wholesome laws he dictated; Nope!
Which led us to a new civility:
A choice to be independent and free,
Which still, my friends, is up to you and me.
Oak Park Writers Group