It’s Just America

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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.

From the Book

FIRESTORM, When History is Erased

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It’s Just America by K. Saitta
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