I once had a dream of a far away land where everyone loved each other. No screaming no fighting no crime here at all, we lived like sisters and brothers. Oh what a beautiful place this must be too bad it's just a dream.
HRC extradition in motion, riots in defiance, and fleeing across the ocean.
Military operating behind the scenes, National Guard is for show, no loaded magazines.
Patriots on pol with keen observation, recognized this que and rallied to save the nation.
I woke up this morning to a little surprise, death and destruction, smoke filled skies. The war in the middle East, Baghdadi hide and seek, we must be insane playing political games.
Rough draft, unfinished, I'm more of a song writer, troubadour here.
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