through two centuries' labors they came a-ringing--
the song and the opus of bringing
a newborn project in a newfound world
'neath a loud stripey flag 't'was unfurled.
From ship to wagon to cart to railroads,
sending out them precious mother-lode payloads
over seas and lands and bridges and field rows--
he hauled 'em in, she bailed 'em out
through highways and byways they sent forth the shout.
Up with the work! and down with the grit
she dug and he hammered; she welded; he shipped it.
Turn up the earth, mine and weld and wield it 'til it fit--
a new land, a new time, new way of doin'
rolling on wheels where used to be horsehoin'.
They rolled up on the far edge of our vast continent,
on the heels of a gold rush at the shore of containment.
Along came the Okies, then Hollywood raiment--
not bein' done yet, we slid into Silicon valley,
so much bigger and brighter than the old yankee alley.
Now what's up with that and where do we go from here--
let bruthas and sistahs step to the music we hear
enduring the pain, dodging the rain, overcoming the fear,
we gotta discover what to do to pick up the slack
so we do not regress, do not turn back.
Maybe we will and maybe we will not--
forge a way past our lethargy, this entitlement and rot
what it is we got to do I know not what,
might have to grab that destiny from some ogre or grinch.
Let's get this ship turnin'--hand me that wrench!
Glass half-Full
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