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AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL?

American has always been a work in progress. Consider the Bill of Rights, The Civil War, The Warren Court. But underlying these enormous changes has been a foundational belief that life imbues every human being with dignity that must be protected; that considers each individual born worthy or respect. These beliefs led our founders to attempt this great, if imperfect, experiment in democracy, marched them to the promise of a higher ideal. That promise is our greatness. Slavery stained it but the strength and vision of Abraham Lincoln purged the stain. The Union victory, however, did not end the struggle towards equality. The fight with ourselves to live up to our ideals continues to this day when America seems to have lost its footing. We are stumbling along a path of divisiveness that is dangerous to the core of our democracy. This lyric is not a condemnation of our country which I love and admire for its accomplishments and big-heartedness. Rather, it is a challenge to regain our step and fulfill our promise. To continue to value reason above the use of force; to insure that all living here, black, white, Christian, Muslim, Jew or other, will enjoy equal opportunity and share in the great abundance with which we are blessed; and, to continue to offer sanctuary for the huddled masses fleeing tyranny, war or pervasive violence and economic slavery – never to turn away those in need solely because their foreignness makes us uncomfortable..

AMERICAN THE BEAUTIFUL?
(To the tune of “America the Beautiful” by Samuel A. Ward & Katharine Lee Bates)

For worshipping a loaded gun.
For weapons close at hand.
For children murdered on the streets
Across a troubled land.
America, America.
Oh where, oh where art thee?
A brotherhood, we know is good.
America please be.

For darker skin of girls and boys
Whose future Race would steal.
For living one day in their skin.
For anger Just to feel.
America, America.
Oh where, oh where art thee?
A brotherhood, we know is good.
American please be.

For immigrants who come with hope
For freedoms they’d not had.
For watching o’er Miss Liberty.
When we know she is sad
America, America.
Oh where, oh where art thee?
A brotherhood, we know is good.
America please be.

Lyric © 2016 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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