Like a siren you called us.

Your hypnotic song beckoning 

promising a new beginning.

Forging our own destiny- utopia

 

With reckless ambition,

through the blood of slaves and free men

we reshaped your landscape.

Stamping our edicts upon your face.

 

Years have passed since you called.

We have made may missteps.

Yet, we still press forward,

still creating, re-imagining the dream.