We the People

America who claims to be the one to set you free will only lock you up in invisible chains. These are chains that no one can see except the ones who go through misery. With the chains it comes with hate that will burn through your skull. A hatred so cruel that you feel like bait at school. Where no one gets along because of race or color. Where everyone is judged because they are like no other. Will America ever change its ways or will it let people suffer for days? Those people who still have good in their heart will conquer the ones who knows only hate. For we all know that love opens the gate. The gate that we all want to open for everyone. It's the gate that will make us one. One day maybe we will all have a bond. For we the people stand strong. 

 

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My country
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