What It Means to be American
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, People from the core of the Earth, To the people as white as snow Sometimes the carols sung are hurt by others who don’t like the mix, Everybody here however does work on construction that this America needs, Some have to do the worst of jobs which messes up the sound of the carol sung, One day the carols will be together and will not be messed up by anyone that is truly American, Our gods of that rule the country do not decide how well together we sing these carols, We the people are the ones that make the decision on the people that sing, We all will get the same quality of jobs and then we will have a soprano of sounds, We all are America.
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June 2017
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