United States
35° 56' 46.9968" N, 97° 4' 16.8852" W

It is their mission,
To gleefully condition,
Our fine nation,
To hate a station,
no lower than themselves.

They would rather brawl,
And try to force you to crawl,
And watch you fall,
As they walk down that long hall,
An enigma to themselves.

They teach hate,
And the young can only participate,
As humanity can only dissipate,
As hard feelings cumulate,
An injustice to themselves.

But you will fight,
And challenge their might,
And make our fair nation bright,
And pass through the oppressive night,
As champions for yourselves.

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