We are all familiar with how independence  

Is celebrated in this land of red, white, and blue 

Through the concerts of booming fireworks 

And the feasts of food not fit for a vegetarian. 

The story between two countries 

Battling for liberty and the finale resulted 

With a land where people of all ethnicities 

Can live and work toward American prosperity 

Prosperity being the reason why people 

Immigrate and assimilate 

Yet they remember the tells of their homelands 

The homelands that stretch from the Caribbean 

To Mexico, with South America in the middle 

Hispanic Heritage celebrates the independence 

Of our ancestors, with whom we share a bloodline 

Yet, that bloodline is like a trail of gunpowder 

Ready to ignite with the flick of a flame 

A flame that danced with ash and smoke 

As nations fought and freedom was caught 

Between the fleeting moments 

Where dawn and morning embraced 

An entwinement that stroked through the canvases 

Of nations, a future portrait that is still being  

Illustrated with the hues of twilight 

By hands that bear resemblance to our Creator’s.  

A Creator that looks down at us to see 

His masterpieces at work-even though  

We’re crafted from the same essence of  

The earth, our blood is what distinguishes 

These bones from dust 

Dust is one word, one term, one ingredient 

To describe the simplicity of our making 

Yet, it took more than divine power  

To build, establish, and erect a culture 

It took communities to build cultures 

Ethnicities to forage heritages  

And artists to manifest the liberty 

People free to be free 

Free to interweave their language 

With the rhymes of drums and trumpets and fire 

Free to express their past through 

The wrinkle of yellow pages 

Free to capture moments  

With art and memory 

Memories holding the past 

That has led us to this present 

Where yes, we live in a land of  

Red, white, and blue 

We are forever akin 

With a culture crafted by ancestors 

Who fought for a mission and  

Flourished in art