Redquity, Whitequity, and Bluequity

From the moment of our bloody birth

this equality thread’s sewn a sturdy seam;

it flaps red dream stripes across our flagg-ed earth,

as justice in a dream.

That sanguine color was borrowed from French egalit’e;

yet runs red on American soil,

so every man and woman’s own unique regalit’e

might flourish bright in blood, and sweat, and toil.

Now the extremities of our ruptured economic wounds

draw social sympathy for Occupy Red Square,

while our banner stripes flap o’er flagging glooms.

Does anybody care?

 

’cause t’was like a row of stony marble whites

set upon each soldier’s devotion given wholly,

we laid our solemn hopes and fights

on Arlington ground made holy,

while all across this manifest destiny quest

sprang picket-white fence, and courtly documents

to assure each citizen’s effort best

to prosper and to thrive, in enterprising sacraments,

as white stripes snap o’er our flaggy threadbare cares;

they’re new as the driven snow,

and prosperity blooms bright on our equity shares

with wealth and health to grow.

 

We always held high that true blue hope

from mom and pop, of limitless expanding sky,

of deep blue ocean, and work, and cleansing soap,

purple mountain majesty and  blueberry pie.

Oh, mister bluebird on my shoulder,

do you still sing with America singing?

Can we whistle and rhyme and yet grow bolder

with our cracked bell of Liberty still ringing?

Hey Bo, can you thump us that delta thang?

But don’t tread on my blue ragtime shoes.

Go set yo’self down on the front-porch swang.

Flap us your red, your white, your field of starry blues.

 

O, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave?

Does it fly high o’er the level playing field,

while our anthem’s strains cry out to  save

opportunities to knock and profits to yield?

We’re not making equality here,

’cause Nature’s God done created that;

we’re merely holding these principles dear–

of freedom to blog and liberty to chat!

To gather on the public square,

to prosper, to invest, to build on equity that grew,

to pray and to love and forever to care,

to flow red, flap white,  and shine like the starry blue.

Glass half-Full

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