Help Me Name Americas New Poem!

I need your help naming this poem that will be entered into the Great American Poetry Contest to celebrate the two hundred and fifty year anniversary of this great nation. I'm going to read you the following prose and hope to inspire some names in you. Share those names with me, and I'll pick one that fits, and then we'll take this thing and we'll submit it, and it will be our little contribution to the celebration and history. For now, we'll call it the Nameless American Poem. UH. And we'll begin. Show me a nation that is formed without error? Where are those gleaming shores, whose sands have not seen atrocity? Whose collective soul for liberty roars America? The nation with a shadowed past. Our founders were men flawed, judged harshly by modern voices, conspiring for equality from candle lit taverns, say, men who might hang for their choices, declaring your rights unalienable. This was treason under the crown. Who needs a king when the pursuit comes from God? Protected by laws and dry powder. In every town, at our weakest, we found a miracle. We use civil war blood and bravery fracturing the nation to heal with strength and forever loose the chains of slavery. America, the maker of miracles. Battle for liberty is perpetual, and we must nurture our gorilla grit. We pass down freedoms and success, but in truth we pass down a war along with it. America is collapsing the invasive weeds of our nation. Protest, are there words a reflection of themselves? In this land of opportunity? Only you can your potential arrest America the dying empire. Fireworks burst and dazzle with a backdrop of ruby and diamond city lights. That same powder will burn above the skies of rural America from shore to shore each July Fourth night. What is it that we celebrate each year on the fourth? We are told it is our diversity. Call me a liar if your heart does not stir for the under dog, the relentless American adversity. Another year passes in the land of the Free, filled with a struggle and sorrow so human, Yet the majority celebrate the chance to do better in order to form a more perfect union. Should the American experiment be deemed a failure, man will never again know freedom. As I type, we are building a digital king the surfeited hope it can lead them. What should a America do with its next two hundred and fifty years? We ought cast aside our difference for patriotic confidence, a passion worthy of lives, fortunes, and sacred honor, a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence. Some of those lines you might recognize because I pulled them right out of the Declaration of Independence. And I hope to remind people of the miraculous nature of our country, the sacrifice of the founding fathers, as imperfect as they were, the miracles that have happened under the star spangled banner, And and you know just the great gift that it is to be here in this time, in this moment, and the land of opportunity. So give me your names, give me your thoughts, give me title ideas. What does this bubble up inside of you when you hear it? And once we fix a title to this poem, we'll enter it into the competition. I feel confident talk to you soon.