This is my America
Land of the free
Land of the apathetic
Land of the dreamers
Land of the broken
Home of the brave
Home of the hopeful
Home of the better tomorrow
Home of the bitter
America the beautiful
America the ravaged
America the progressive
America the greedy
We the people
We the stagnant
We the dazed
We the chosen.
She is beautiful,
She is hideous,
I love her.
I despise her.
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