America, you land of dreams and hope and wishes and destiny manifest in all the rocks and mountains and rivers, you have failed your aching children. Bullets ring inside our brains and it is heavy. We are all left behind these days, running to catch up to the rest of the world. Which of your people will courageously step forward? Can we save you, America, land of dreams? Land of the free – to what? Free to speak words of hate. Stay out, intruders. This is my land. It is not yours.
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