Democracy
“Democracy”
We the people of the United States,
with a voice of a fading refrain,
drowned by the cacophony of power's gain.
Tried to form a more perfect union,
but no justice nor tranquility was ever made.
Elections dance with the marionette’s strings,
while disillusion blooms, discontent springs.
General Welfare was a disguise in the midst,
For Jackson, assimilation had to exist
Trail of Tears echoes through time,
A haunting reminder of a heinous crime.
Tulsa's flames, a city betrayed,
Posterity loss and the debt unpaid.
Were men not all created equal,
in this bloodstained land murder was served legal.
Lynching's shadow, a haunting specter,
A past that democracy failed to protect, to shelter.
Gerrymandered lines distort the voice,
A mockery of choices, an illusion of choice.
Misfortunes of Liberty.
Police violence echoes in streets,
A broken trust that the heartbeats.
Citizens weary, unalienable rights denied,
Yet in this tale where democracy falls,
A call to rise, to heed the call.
For if it failed, it is the right of the people
to alter or abolish,
and to institute a new governing body
For change resides in the people's might,
To mend the fabric thy will seek the light.
In this stolen land where “freedom's” torch once reached,
A democracy, by false dreams it once seemed.
Thus we hold these truths to be self-evident.
Medium: Oil
Painted on a premium grade cotton canvas with gallery-styled edges.
24 inches x 24 inches
“Democracy”
We the people of the United States,
with a voice of a fading refrain,
drowned by the cacophony of power's gain.
Tried to form a more perfect union,
but no justice nor tranquility was ever made.
Elections dance with the marionette’s strings,
while disillusion blooms, discontent springs.
General Welfare was a disguise in the midst,
For Jackson, assimilation had to exist
Trail of Tears echoes through time,
A haunting reminder of a heinous crime.
Tulsa's flames, a city betrayed,
Posterity loss and the debt unpaid.
Were men not all created equal,
in this bloodstained land murder was served legal.
Lynching's shadow, a haunting specter,
A past that democracy failed to protect, to shelter.
Gerrymandered lines distort the voice,
A mockery of choices, an illusion of choice.
Misfortunes of Liberty.
Police violence echoes in streets,
A broken trust that the heartbeats.
Citizens weary, unalienable rights denied,
Yet in this tale where democracy falls,
A call to rise, to heed the call.
For if it failed, it is the right of the people
to alter or abolish,
and to institute a new governing body
For change resides in the people's might,
To mend the fabric thy will seek the light.
In this stolen land where “freedom's” torch once reached,
A democracy, by false dreams it once seemed.
Thus we hold these truths to be self-evident.
Medium: Oil
Painted on a premium grade cotton canvas with gallery-styled edges.
24 inches x 24 inches
“Democracy”
We the people of the United States,
with a voice of a fading refrain,
drowned by the cacophony of power's gain.
Tried to form a more perfect union,
but no justice nor tranquility was ever made.
Elections dance with the marionette’s strings,
while disillusion blooms, discontent springs.
General Welfare was a disguise in the midst,
For Jackson, assimilation had to exist
Trail of Tears echoes through time,
A haunting reminder of a heinous crime.
Tulsa's flames, a city betrayed,
Posterity loss and the debt unpaid.
Were men not all created equal,
in this bloodstained land murder was served legal.
Lynching's shadow, a haunting specter,
A past that democracy failed to protect, to shelter.
Gerrymandered lines distort the voice,
A mockery of choices, an illusion of choice.
Misfortunes of Liberty.
Police violence echoes in streets,
A broken trust that the heartbeats.
Citizens weary, unalienable rights denied,
Yet in this tale where democracy falls,
A call to rise, to heed the call.
For if it failed, it is the right of the people
to alter or abolish,
and to institute a new governing body
For change resides in the people's might,
To mend the fabric thy will seek the light.
In this stolen land where “freedom's” torch once reached,
A democracy, by false dreams it once seemed.
Thus we hold these truths to be self-evident.
Medium: Oil
Painted on a premium grade cotton canvas with gallery-styled edges.
24 inches x 24 inches
