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God Bless America by Obi Onwuamaegbu

  • Sep 29, 2022
  • 1 min read

I scoff when I hear the American dream lives That the ideas of freedom and opportunity this country was founded on will never perish That the “land of milk and honey” is ever-flowing, and the tree of success bears fruit for all who work to pluck. I am afraid I am the bearer of bad news, but the inferno of justice has been snuffed out time and time again. It was extinguished when a child was shot on his way home from the grocery store for looking “suspicious” wearing a hood The luster of the Constitution has been smeared by the injustice of a company that strips the right of their employers to protest Where red and blue devolves to no more than petulant conflict “DemoCRIPS and ReBLOODicans” waging war over the gang turf that is America All while forgetting the very people that this country’s rules are by and for It is with all this I say God bless America


 
 

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