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America The Brave


 

The land is not free

Home of the depraved 

We used to pride ourselves in a supposed red, white and blue

But with blindfolds on tight, we only see what we are told we see

Red, white and blue is what they say it is

And yet we are blind, we pledge our alligence and lives 

To a noble country in which thousands are starving

Millions are struggling

America, what a blessing.

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