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Lost


This room keeps spinning all around me, 

Is this darkness or is this light?

There is no where to turn to no where to hide, 

Going through the same motions everyday can this be right?

People are fighting and people are dying,

For something that isn't even mine, 

Freedom of religion and speech it's all just a lie, 

They say this country is fine, 

When truth is it is not fine,

Wake up and read the signs, 

And make sure this country stays on track,

For there is a fine line between wrong and right.

 

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Keep sharing keep writing!&nbsp;</p>

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