Hope in Bloodsplattered Letters: Release our Captive Humanity

Now, there are Fewer ways to be Human
than ever before. Let's drop a new Tune.
Shall we Waltz toward Freedom and Liberty?
Might we see with Mystic Eyes as Pretty
as a Little Girl's Happy Dance and Song
she performs without Fear of Shooting Guns.
Because she looks forward to her Future
when she'll be Wise, Successful,  and Mature.

--Of Hope in Bloodsplattered Letters, I write

to Celebrate your Legacy of Female Might.
Little Darling America, the Sun
shines that Bright Light on your Playground of Fun.
There you go Swelling with Power so Sweet:
You started Running when you found your Feet.