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Jun 2016
American whispers are clouding your mind,
denying you of that time when you were kind.
Now their voices are rising nothing but war
against the desperate and the desperately poor.

But even then, underneath the soaring wings of pessimism,
A new humanity is born right through the cataclysm.
It cleanses the old that is slowly and surely dying,
and shuts the ears to American whispers with their lying.
Frantz Saintil
Written by
Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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   Dana Colgan and Gaffer
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