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We will never again label people like animals they said We will never again let a government kill millions they said But what about the immigrants I say Thousands of children dead All seeking for a piece of bread The bread of knowledge The bread of success The one found on the other side in the US Thousands of men and women dead All for the American dream A dream that turns into a nightmare A nightmare of life or death All for what is most sacred Like the family of these Why not enter legally Americans wonder Why not let them in I say We are all labeled Labeled with a 9 digit number The number that gives us our “freedom” The number that say we have the right to belong To belong to a country that doesn’t let life pass through those walls The walls that does not only separate countries but families as well So speak up! Because To speak is to know To know is the power The power enough to cause a change of no other A change that can bring others to a better place A better life A life of success and gratitude towards this country of ours A country raised by immigrants Speak up now, or forever hold in your memory the deaths The deaths of all these people who just seek a better life A life like yours or mine.
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Jan Wienen
<p>Man cannot live by bread alone ...</p>

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