THE FOURTH OF JULY
Did they know when they signed their names,
declaring freedom from tyranny
and the right to pursue happiness,
that the women in their lives,
the Africans who plowed their fields,
the Natives whose land they occupied
were listening and breathing the same air
that summer day?
Did they realize their ignorance
when they rang the bell of liberty
and heard the cannon roar in celebration
that they were creating wars
that are still being fought?
Did they understand--
those brave white men--
when the ink of their names
was still wet,
that the women in their beds,
the slaves who made them rich,
the Natives who loved their land
were not included in the word—equality.
And here we are on this summer day,
still wanting the day
when the rights of women would be realized,
when the color of a person's skin didn't matter,
when the cherished land of the Natives
would not be spoiled by greed.
Until that day,
the revolution won't be over.