One in Three-Hundred Million
I am one
one citizen, one civilian, one servant
one of my people
one of three-hundred million
I stand for my country
an abused country
a crippled country
a slowly dying country
I am one
of one race
of one religion
of one species
I speak once for my mother
once for my father
once for my siblings
once for my dynasty
I am one
I speak for my own
I can speak for more
I will speak for them all
I fight for freedom
freedom of the broken
freedom of the abused
freedom of the controlled
I am one
and only one
one of Three-Hundred Million
but I make all the difference
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