american hypocrisy
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They remember
The cross that
Had been carried
Up to Golgotha,
And with their
Phylacteries,
They praised with
Their lips
And the stone
Of the whitewashed
This is my testimony lord, I'm coming to you.
I'm humbling myself because your light made me grew.
I want your glory now, lord I'm ready.
See I remember when we'd never have a promising meal to eat. Where there'd be
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." -Statue of Liberty. New York. Independence Day, 1776.
Walls, rules.
All raised to keep out a refugee, an immigrant.
Obstacles, hoops.
