Slam America Scholarship
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America, home of the brave But the brave ones are not home Most soldiers here lie in their grave Or are sleeping in sea foam America, land of the free And for most it seems that way
Dear Mr. America, Despite my best efforts to keep away you continue to reel me in You have wined and dined me Wooed me with promises of freedom
It takes a powerful force to be passive. It takes more than trust to be bonded. It takes more than bloodshed to be savage. It takes more than stripes to be branded. It takes more than an oath to be trusted.
Upon the guilded statue given to us by a true friend, Rests a plague so very old by Emma Lazarus, It states: "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp," she cries, With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,