My America

I believe these are the signs of the times help me change your minds. Peace would be my mission, hunger would be a distant memory where we are living. The men and woman in blue will no longer react with fear , their first instinct is to become unglued and shoot when someone different appears. Our words after all of the loss something as nessacary as bread in the pockets of the hungry should not cost. It's time for us to start fixing the problem, we can talk about it until we're blue in the face but it doesn't change the fact that we are killing our own, the human race. Lets change the system and laws to help the human cause. This should give everyone a pause for thought, selfless acts of kindness cannot be bought, giving to people out of the kindness of our hearts , and no longer letting fear lead us in to the battles that should not be fought.

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My country

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