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America,

It promises great prospects,

Virture,

Via hard work and education,

Possibilities,

But does the U.S. truly value the sanctity of scholastic endevors?

I believe not.

Whilst bombs are built,

And pockets lined,

America the free becomes less so,

For freedom lies in knowlege,

And when said knowlege is restrained,

Democracy is destroyed.

Leaving the fate of a great land,

In too few hands.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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