I love my country.
By which I mean I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right.
Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our fore mothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water.
So that we could stand here
And behold breathlessly the sight.
How a raging river of tears
Cut a grand canyon of light.
--Ani DiFranco
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