Our Government
The smell of politics to the common American is a distatse and war in complains
When all their is behined that circus mess is the voice of the people
the streangth of the government, for those who dont vote why complain when you lost the game
somone else took your chain
The smell of civic involvment to an average American is apathy and not caring for the choices made
The sight of the preamble is that of the sea, beatiful and full of rights for thee
His job is to create a union
His duty to establish justice
His obligation to ensure Domestic tranquility
His passion to common defense
His love to promote general welfare
His commitment to establish goals
His job to protect and maintain cultural identity
As you see our government is a sea of blessings
So pleadge to Alligence!
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