A Valentine to my Country

Unity is...

in our name

defines us, we

are different but equal

we, the bicentennial

sequel

on course with

concentric crises, but

the wisest remind us

that all

unity is

the warp, the weft

the pattern of our past

the future mission

a seamless

vision

the fabric the medium

the colors the character

waves of grain

channel through our veins

biases remain while

unity is

the word deferred

for posterity

the goal not the glory

the American

story

a contradiction of

tradition

the experiment, the melting pot

the recipe for democracy,

and

unity is

our destiny

the manifest testament

to which we pledge

a promise, a premise

the wedge

between us dislodged

with words not weapons

with truth not seconds

of soundbites, upending

what unity is

mending