America Wait

history is repetitive-

mistakes are overshadowed by our illusory strength.

My country 'tis of thee

will you protect me?

Fractured Unity

unwilling to Change.

the air growing denser,

people seen as lesser

but We are the ones who can turn the page.

 

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My country
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