We the People: Blueprints of a new nation

After WWV, a flower bloomed in the ashes. No man should wish wicked intent or wish the elimination of one population of person. My mother told me this was the only law keeping me safe truly in its whole. As a dark skinned child, i would never fit in. It only darkened my path that i had power in my veins. My father, however, sat me down one day as the war sirens sang and told me i shall lead a nation of the strong. That i was the leader we needed in these tough times. When they died, so did i. My heart shattered and my soul flew with the ash of the united nations. We never asked for the war. But when it started, we were to blame. We were slaughtered by the thousands. Any man or woman, any age, was killed in cold blood. It was easy to pick us out, the marks decorated our body. Atomic bomb after atomic bomb, the world was dead. No beating heart pumped blood into the souls of the hopeful and the prideful. The walls that held us together were burnt and in rubble. But if you put your ear to it and listen, real quiet, you could hear me humming.