The Modern Atlantis
The land out in the sea
Mysterious and hidden
From many who wish to see
A place of triumph
A place of beauty tis it
One of which many wish to visit
But no
Foreign feet may not tread this land
Breach the banks nor touch the sand
Fall it not under the sea
But filled with voices
"Let our land be free!"
The land out in the sea
Mysterious and hidden
From many who wish to see
Guarded not by trusted gods and merman
But rasicism and fear
Of many thousands
No longer Atlantis be its name
Its name is America
Entrance not free
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