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  • The Recital 40" x 48" Oil on board

    Sing a song . . .

    Sing now. My country 'tis of thee — because in school we were taught to stand and salute. Sweet land of liberty — because in church we were taught to bow in reverence. Land where my father died — because in the streets of our cities we learned to be afraid. From every mountain side, let freedom ring.

    Sing now. Lift every voice and sing — because we want to work without being isolated and left behind. And crown thy good, with brotherhood — because we want live without the threat of our neighbors' hatred. Let me root, root, root, for the home team — because we want to build without having to destroy so much. Red and yellow, black and white, we are perfect . . .

    Sing now. Give us this day our daily bread — because we have no idea how to get for ourselves without taking from others. Protect us all from evil — because we try so hard to be humble and sweet and never jealous and angry but we are not perfect. Forgive us — because we are just children. We were not even born when all of this began. Now I lay me down to sleep.

    Full of the hope that the present has brought us . . .

    Detail — The Recital