Born from a war against our own,
from taxation, our complaints not shown.
Outnumbered and untrained, yet
we fought for liberty or for death.
The fathers wanted rights for all man,
and freedom across their new wild land.
We proved ourselves, sovereignty won,
but our path to glory had just begun.
The first steps towards recognition,
trying to make other countries listen.
Pirate raids, the storming of Tripoli,
the first signs of our violent destiny.
Outward we expanded, led by curiosity,
our faulty treaties fueled Native animosity.
The bells rang, the White House burned,
in 1812, an important lesson learned.
Further into the New World we continued,
The force of Manifest Destiney renewed,
One by one, our lands were all bought,
Until we looked more like today than not.
But progress comes with a political price,
As senators keeping peace rolled the dice
Free or Slave, each new state was branded.
Leaving many in-between feeling stranded.
Anger boils over, and conflict ensues,
states took their sides, all must choose
North vs South, brother vs brother,
civil war had begun, families torn asunder.
The world was changing, for better or not,
slaves were freed, and early dreadnoughts.
Many of our sons died for us to reunite,
meanwhile, a new war was soon in sight.