Not Yet Perfect

Once kings and queens

towering over the cities before us

As we arise in the morning to our beautiful scenes

With the loyal ones that we trust 

Not all perfect for there are prisoners we’ve obtained 

Sold to the land of the free 

They cry out at the pits of the sea for they are chained 

Once settling they were unsure of who they were to be

For by the 17th century they stood to be free from labor 

Still not perfect but we start to climb the stairs to unity 

Now were here we are as warming neighbors

hoping that our lives be filled with opportunities

Everyday we face new challenges and sometimes we fail

Yet we approach each rising sun praying justice will prevail.