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Nós fazemos arranjos, nós vamos Então nós dizemos adeus Mas nós nunca deixamos o país Pais, aliados e amigos
It is not funny To die for Ms. LibertyFor the freedom to speakFreely without fears.
Long have l been away in hibernation, retreating in my closet and regurgitating on the antics of the political waywardness of a country sinking in the ocean, rudderless, careless and order less.
Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;This is exactly what the Doctor orders,For a nation, who’s trying to fight the horrorsOf blatant racism,
I Bear NO RELATION To... IGNORANT Nations... !!! Cos' My Mental GESTATION Seeks UNIFICATION... !!!
As a New Yorker, it was a usual day as the rest. Meeting with clients, and ordering calls was all he had to stress. Mr. Dittmar did not expect the worst attack to come
Why don’t you, Wrap yourself? In the mighty, Flag of the nation. It is guaranteed, You will need, No white fabric, To cover your restful corpse, No dressings,
When I ponder about life's existence, I have patience rather than vanity In the American experience- USA, with gloat, loses sanity; Grasping this entire world of disorder,
We are the peopleWe are the nationWho has a beast inside Don't disturb usWe open our tongueless mouthsWe roar with a thousand voicesThe thunder of a thousand gunsThunder of a thousand hearts
We live in a country where, we become aware of political issues through songs. Songs stating, "This is America" its just not fair. Children being ripped away from their mothers,
See what am seeing,Are you feeling what am feeling? Despite freedom of expression I'm not allowed to express my feelings,See them, registered thieves, registered criminals. So many times I wanna stand on my feet,But Mum called me, my Son!
This nation is strange, Possibly because it refuses to change, That it's still arranged by those estrange,
On the Day of the Sun, I heard Democracy talk about Shapes and sizes, Spite and spleen, Color and cologne Word and litter Hair and lip.
Long exposure trees and shadows Freaky black things Looking Beautiful diamonds against red and blue green
Our Nation Closing my eyesI ponder who I am when thinking back To the Fourth of July.American flag in my tiny hand While in the other liesA picture of my in uniform. My mother showcases our sign That I helped made which says “
Through the Soil A Tree grows Through the Land A River grows Through the Wind An Eagle grows Through the People A Nation grows A Nation
The war was bloody So many lay dead Fighting for freedom Fighting for faith For us to forget. The land of the free In God we trust The home of the brave All men created equal
“I will be a flower” Said the seed And then he was a flower “I will grow to be the tallest” Said the flower And he never got chopped by the churning blade
Hate. Intense or passionate feelings of dislike. Feelings that rip apart friends, families, nations alike. Today, it is a feeling of honor among this nation.
Our national anthem proudly sings,“O’er the land of the free,” But as we look deeper to the colors of our flag, It was never always red, white, and blue.
I was made in America. My grandfather is a veteran. My father black. My mother white. I am from a bloodline of freedom fighters. I was packaged,
How can we be The land of the free And the home of the brave, When we are nothing more than a knave, an enclave, Digging our own grave? You can hear their cries, The millions of sobs very loud and clear, Those of a mother, mourning the death of
America flies, but we need to soar. We strive for higher, but pull ourselves down. We look to the left; we look to the right, When the answer is meet in the middle.
memes of bee movie and arthur's fist conservative politicians and twitter flips the land i am in deems a laughingstock while immigrants stir the melting pot. i dug the holes of the holy saints
Over where the family sits and enjoys the company they share;Sweet melodies are sung by flowers of the past:the horrors that happened there.Unknowingly they carry on-not one asks what occurred.
– Where is the Justice? My feet matches on oil, But lives in a world full of self-doubts and loss, Yet in the faces of challenges, I strive to live on, because in victory tells the story.
I shall go
I see a 'Wall' Were images are reflected. From the names. Of those that went. And met their fate. They had no choice. Or deferment. From their fate.
The expectations are set, before we even come into the world. - We see things as a threat, before we know what flag they hold. - We refuse to accept everyone, before we get to know them.
No one is too small to cause great changes And no one too large to alter all things Many judge solely based on appearance
Society, is it purely what we seeit is the reason my father left mewent to prison, and remarried
Shocking Failure, Blinding success The only difference, A thin white line We always make, A great big mess
Innocent lives being lossed, like they dont know the meaning of lifes cost. The government has money for guns and war but still cant feed the poor. They tell young men that its a new chapter, a new door. But not just any men, black men.
We are undefined by words alone, the ones who stand, the rolling stones. They will say stand out in a crowd and try something newBut heaven forbid that you actually do.
In a universe That exists today Inevitably will obliterate For this too shall pass away A kingdom stretching across the sphere Authority’s on different feet
The feeling you get when you express yourself, is unlike anything else. Writing can make people happy, sad, thoughtful, or empowered. I would stand up to anyone that says writers are cowards.
Not trying to impress, Only trying to express, But i digress. Ingest my ideas Regress to a state With no hate Grate my brain to rid it of pain I can't explain O world refrain
Beyond imagining the possibly perfect, Make anything your heart will dare desire, Let it go and run wild and watch the effect, Make no limits: just immensely imagine and don't let it tire.
Imagine Close your eyes and touch the fabric of your existence Stroke the ends of your own rainbow And breathe in your own memories of journeys undiscovered This...is our nation Right here. Right now
Black, White, Indian Asian, Hispanic, The color of someones skin is no reason to panic. Why should anyone have to prove their worth, We are all human beings on this planet called earth.
Eyes blue, brown, and black Streaming tears of pride and hope Raising equal flags