The Melting Pot

America, the melting pot, today is so misunderstood
    Now that of which we were proud is no longer considered good.
A melting pot is one that takes metal of different kinds
	And with the heat of hardship all of the metals combines
And then something new is created for the entire world to see
	Something that is much better then it could ever be.
Sometimes, in the melting some things seem to have changed,
	Other priorities are slightly altered or at least rearranged

So, as in mixing anything, some things will not blend
	As it is with colors, so it is my friend
That some colors will tend to outlast any other
	And no amount of blending will ever change the color.
But a melting pot is not the oil painter's pallet
	Nor is it from the anvil and the Smithies mallet
But a new creation that knows no separation
	But is intended to create a new and special nation

So from each and every metal pot we will take
	The best quality of each to something better make
And while we may lose some of our families culture here
	Yet if we prize our Nation and we hold it dear
We will find that it can be the greatest of them all
	And we can hold our heads up high, and stand up very tall

For each who enters the melting pot must loose some of its pride
	While passing through the melting pot onto the other side
We will find life better then, here beneath God's sun, 
	If instead of being many we can act as one.
Taking from each the very best that each culture gives
	Sharing with each other as long as any lives
We will be the nation that God intended from this Union
	Then we will truly be at last "E PLURBUS UNUM"!