America

Fri, 01/05/2018 - 13:01 -- doap22

 

America...America...I think hard about my country tis of thee,How many died so We could be free.But it's my own country thats killing me,In the land of the Free.But we can't separate our Prejudice and Racism,History shows how Power and Greed destroys WisdomYet We the People sit back and let it be,And here we go Power and Greed repeating History,I was raised to be proud and to the stars I reach,As even today they try to take away our Freedom of Speech.Brooklyn birthed me, Houston raised me, and L.A. taught me Life,The America that tries to divide us by race now Cultures Unite.Home of the Brave Land of the Free,We must have Equality.This the time People to be Wise and Rise,The Truth is the Revolution will not be Televised.

 

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My country

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