intolerance

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Folly in Our Flowerbeds   In the age of self-growth,  We are destined for one thing only:  Ignorance.
Hunting down pictures of racial divides the colors into flesh pantones royalty free shots watermarked with logos of the man whipping across eyes and mouths of models making
Feed your righteous ignorance, Because you'd rather move in a thoughtless mass, A mess of mindless thoughts to pass, Like a hurricane void of common sense.   Than kiss the faces, those before you,
America— The wonder of the West. The country when, at its worst, is the best. America, everyone’s dream destination, Tell me, what is destined for our nation?   The American Dream has become a nightmare.
O say can you see Just how far we’ve come. The injustice in our country Is a battle far from won. People line the streets
I can still hear the cheers and tears of happiness I can still see the crowds in the streets chanting his name Waving the flag with pride and seeing a ray of hope During a time where we had seen so much tragedy
I dreamed of the future A depiction of innocence The abolishment of intolerance The passion of creativity   I dreamed of family The contribute of togetherness Acts of forgiveness
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