Divided
Separation, segregation,
I see it all.
The unity of our country,
has began to fall.
I see stores with signs
that make many cry
and sadly this image
brings a tear to my eye.
Uproar, commotion,
I hear it all.
as if war will breakout
before nightfall.
I hear chanting and yelling,
that makes others weep.
and see the longing in their eyes
for the equality they wish to reap.
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