Way back when, every single road to stand two looking and smelly feet onto the grounded path, American people who present our nation, American flag came up to the world should be, they'd have the strength to build our state within, cannot able to talk over each other, once upon a time, there was one streetwise opportunity, white culture has been more realistic enough, and to the black culture would be a same as them too, we're normal beings around on earth, we're not talking nearby the fifties and sixties alone, we've become brotherhood and sisterhood in the time runs through, no more things on the hyper-standard streets of violence war crimes everywhere, we're become one family of the united states and countries combined, telling a story about them is very important business, having their own power to reveal, we need love and hope, let them speak in our land
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-10-20
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