Forever flawed, and silent bell,

A metaphor that fits us well.

Fits our Declaration’s flaw

Still, liberty is not for all.

Pursuits of happiness in life,

For many still, it’s mostly strife.

Until we all have equal rights,

The parts within our whole will fight.

Til cracks are seen in silent bells

As metaphor, and breaks the spell

Of lies that we have ever been

Free for more than just white men.

Til reparations pave the way

To live what Declaration’s say.

Self evident when all are equal,

Inalienable, all rights, all people.

Words and bells don’t make it real

True liberty, we all must feel!