America
AmericaIt 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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