Four Score Jumps Out of the Hat!

Four score and seven years ago is where we started

Four score and seven years ago is where we parted

Mr. Hat I can’t think of one reason why

Why we can’t simply impeach and kiss goodbye

To the brink and border is where we fight

Where sugar and tea was nothing but a plight

Now the fight is internal, and so hence I must delay

The response is where we stop the belay

For if it comes down to it, where gray meets blue

We’ll loosen the rope and let you feel the rue

Four score and seven years ago is where we began

Four score and seven years ago is where we became a fan

I watch you today in the white glory

Standing high and tall with your fifty-foot story

Is where you sit, pushing Indians and ruling the West

They call you the Great Father, but they know naught who is the best

You may try to free the color, but we will always remain before 1865

Where my people were lashed just for staying alive

It’s a shame, too right as I look over the battlefield

When all the real battle was hidden and sealed

Where education was juxtaposed-our introspect was placed in ones:  “To Arms, To Arms!”

While we twist and turn our thoughts, watches climbing backwards singing us warnings like alarms

And so, as we continue this placement of black powder

Where our plight with tea and sugar sang no louder

Might I look back and say…

Four score and seven years ago, my friend

Is where it began, and is where it will end.

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