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We’re tired of the ‘Rona, the numbers keep on rising, no one is sure if they are true, but wearing masks they’re still advising. We’re tired of the Race Bating, all the colors can be friends, but with looting and riots, there seems to be no end. We’re tired of law enforcement, always under attack, they are here to help all of us red, brown, yellow, white or black, We’re tired of the politics, the far left and the distant right, a house divided can never stand, and now mostly out of spite. We’re tired of offending, with everything we say, grow some thicker skin, or shut up and go away. We’re tired of the flag burning, if you don’t like it here then leave, go back to where you came from, or where you want to be when you’re gone, just know, that none of us will grieve. We’re tired of the media lies, about all these things, pouring gasoline on the fires, and tugging all our strings.
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
We're Tired
We’re tired of the ‘Rona, the numbers keep on rising, no one is sure if they are true, but wearing masks they’re still advising. We’re tired of the Race Bating, all the colors can be friends, but with looting and riots, there seems to be no end. We’re tired of law enforcement, always under attack, they are here to help all of us red, brown, yellow, white or black, We’re tired of the politics, the far left and the distant right, a house divided can never stand, and now mostly out of spite. We’re tired of offending, with everything we say, grow some thicker skin, or shut up and go away. We’re tired of the flag burning, if you don’t like it here then leave, go back to where you came from, or where you want to be when you’re gone, just know, that none of us will grieve. We’re tired of the media lies, about all these things, pouring gasoline on the fires, and tugging all our strings.
jed-johnson
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
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