protesting
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Do not tell me I did not love this place
The home in which I live
These things that I've done in its name
Are not yours to forgive
For weren't we just children
Who loved a place too much
Roaring through the Purple Mountains Majesty
Comes a thunder deeper than any ocean
And from across the golden fields and valleys
Comes a great people in motion
Peaceful Protests are all I ask
Is that such a difficult task?
I love marches and speeches,
You know, when people haven't turned into leeches
Sucking out rational thinking
