Time: ten minutes ( it sucks) Inspired by the song “ River”, by Natalie Merchant Photo is from the 1900s from a historical magazine
Said they had a plan, It’ll make us great, They took their pens and signed, And in 200 years time, Maybe they’ll weep when they see, Maybe they’ll hide from the destruction that washed the bodies clean, They said they had a dream, Is this what they really mean? Marching on a trail that crunches with bone, The river streams with the tears of the ones that called it home, Farewell, we’ll make you history, Farewell, it’s our victory, Destroying the fields that you won’t even get to eat, We’re starving, better work the extra hour, Farewell, we’ll just say we’ll never repeat it, Farewell, they’ll sleep for your suffering. Said they had a plan, Was it really that great, Because great isn’t fearing the enemies face through your own, Because great isn’t opposite bus sides, And so they took their pens and signed, And in 200 years time, Maybe they’ll weep when they see, Hiding from the bombs they launched in ‘45, They said they had a dream, Is this what they really mean? Another body on the street, We’ll duck our heads and give the slightest sympathy, It happens everyday, it’s nothing new, When another heart turns blue, When the suspect decides to shoot, Another statistic added to the graph, And we’ll rename the map, Because this was our dream, As mothers weep and cry, Another angel making their way up in the sky. Said they had a plan, How great could it really be, Because great isn’t fighting against a strip of land, But hey, ours is the land of the free, And watch the soldiers weep, Because of the bomb they dropped in 45’, They said they had a dream, Is this what they really mean? Said they had a plan, So we’ll segregate and take sides, And so they took their pens and signed, We the people wasn’t we for another 200 years, And none of us are really free, She’s in chains for his crime, Maybe if they let her, she would’ve survived, Because this was our dream, As she weeps and cries, Because this was our dream, As he waits to finally be free, Because this was our dream, We’ll hate and discriminate, And in 200 years time, Maybe they’ll forget what America means, And in 200 years time, Ours would’ve ran out long ago, So when the next generation comes, They’ll forever be asleep.
