Creating Constitutions
The Red, White, and Blue.
With freedom upon her mind,
Fails to see the whole
Equal rights to all?
A faulty constitution?
Who has she become?
To turn she to we,
How I hope, How I hope so.
We must become one.
We will become one.
United by the people.
Freedom once again.
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