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Remember


It started with the index finger... A dictator was killing innocent people Crematoriums, mustard gases, guns Those were his weapons The dictator was, is, will forever be remembered as horrible...inhumane Remember They just wanted the right to vote Citizens of the great AMERICA But there was a dichotomy In the law it stated everyone was equal but there were caskets full of those who coveted the right to vote While the ones that filled those caskets felt they were entitled to put them there "Equality for all" Remember They looked at that dictator as if he was the devil in the flesh But in reality they were one in the same You see, when you straighten out your index finger there are still four others facing you Remember
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