makeAmericaGreat
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Desolate streets of hungry souls
Arms outstretched, crying of pain
All they want is this suffering to end.
Does no one care?
No home, No job, No friends
Are we truly created equal?
Land of opportunity they say,
So why is this all going on,
This country seems so gone,
The land is becoming grey.
Benefits for the moneyed,
None for the poor,
This kills me to my core,
Free we were and will continue to be
We love freedom, let's let it ring
Race, color, gender and liberty
Will continue to resonate through me
