Ode to the Keepers of Unity
When they cast the lines to break us,
When the wounds of division ran deep,
We stood firm, like oaks unshaken,
Guardians of a promise we keep.
From fields where Lincoln’s voice rang bold,
Proclaiming union over strife,
To streets where King marched brave and cold,
Breathing dignity, risking life.
For freedom’s name is Unity—
A call to join hands that crosses time,
Not forged in fear, but equity,
In hearts that build, in hands that climb.
The threat within seeks fracture,
Wants to wield fear like a sword,
But history shows that it’s our together
Where true liberty is restored.
In Selma’s streets, in Gettysburg’s hills,
We defied the tide of hate,
Not to crush, but mend what’s broken still—
For justice cannot wait.
Now, they stoke fear to turn the tide,
To pit brother against brother.
But those who stand for unity know:
In division, we’ll lose one another.
Let not the hollow voices reign,
That prey on insecurity,
For the land of the free cannot remain
If we abandon fraternity.
So rise with those who came before—
The warriors of love, of grace,
And though dark clouds might loom once more,
Unity will hold our place.
For as long as we remember,
The greatest threat comes from within,
And that the battle is not to surrender,
But to never let division win.
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