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Created on 6-5-08
Your son is out there.
Fighting for “his” country.
“His” country.
That should be keeping him safe.
That should be dealing with itself.
We sing.
Sing the lies.
Sweet land of liberty,
You show no justice.
Take the stone out of your own eye,
Before taking it out of your brother’s.
We’re flooded with debt.
People are out on the streets.
Lonely.
Dying of starvation and cold.
It’s ironic,
At times like this we pray.
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