Thursday, December 07, 2006

America

America

It has what others don't have
Yet they have what we don't have

Its decree of equality was always visible
But never seen, never shown
In the eyes of desperate people

Isee all the blood
I see all the graves
I see all other thing
But good

I see the sun peak
Behind the big gray clouds
It tries to reach with its long hands
To embrace
But never touch

It doesn't reach
Because they don't let it reach

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