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I hate to be the barren of bad news,
But your mind is seriously confused;
There is no White or Black coastline,
It’s just America — our countryside.

It is a place
Where one can be free
— Or —
Live caught up
In the propaganda machine
That divides like the ax to the tree,
Producing slaves bending at the knee:
Buying the lie that freedom is free,
Without any personal responsibility.

America by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

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