250 Years Later

to change it all with the stroke of a pen

Time… used to anchor our worst intentions

Ideas, trapped in a bottle

lost hundreds of years ago.

Progress alive but not moving,

democracy reduced to a noun.

And somethings never change—often forming into far worse

perception and blurred lines, still divided into colors.

These days we think—- “What a time to be alive”

“What a place to be born”—the future it holds

The power it yields,

to change it all

with the stroke of a pen.