Chances
America, home of the free and opportunity
Where dreams are acquired
Black White Brown and Yellow make-up a community
Beauty is endlessly admired
There’s almost social equality for all
I will not die with an empty stomach
Education is guaranteed
Call Americans anything but banal
Thinking of our past makes us sick
Our land isn’t perfect but we’re getting there
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