The Voice Of Change Poem by Sandra Regan

Poetic ponderings of an Independance Day.
From a girl who sat through the pledge, raised an upside down flag, and laid down in protest.
Hmmm... Amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties?
Shes not sure of these.
She is sure that men and women bravely stood for her freedom.
She knows from great injustices these have come.
She had sold cupcakes for peace and marched in lines.
She has swam in the oceans and breathed in redwoods and ancient pines.
Thankful for her country?
Why, yes. Because its ours, right or wrong, its you and me.
We are the voice of change.
We will teach the children how to hold just reigns.
We are the red, white, and blue.
Red like the skin of our native parents.
White like the hair of those so wise.
Blue like the deepest oceans and endless skies.
History, like us, we cannot correct.
But we can be the change that gives birth to a lasting effect.
We can only do right from here and into the next hour.
Learning from our mistakes, gives us true power.
Apology you need, to stand with me?
Our parents, with skin red like clay, hair white like an eagle, who stood looking at that blue sea.
They need no apology.
I am thankful, they are my red, white, and blue.
Yours and mine, OUR history.