The house was white
The sky was blue 
The people were lost
The house was too. 

It remembered how it was 
Not too long ago 
Regal, proud, historically 
Tyranny’s great foe 
But the people who were lost
led it here 
Driven by hate,
consumed by fear. 

It longed for the men of yesteryear. 
It panged for the leaders before 
Before it was lost and closed its doors. 

The house, still white 
That sky’s still blue 
The hope remains 
To itself be true.