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July 4th, 2018

by nucherub

July 4th, 2018 Where the land of the free has become obscured by the shadow of oppression, Its' silhouettes are the monsters children are afraid of under their beds. How, fireworks remind so many gunshots Self-proclaimed nationalists cannot stay loyal enough, to know what would be good for this land. This land of the free, no longer belongs to the home of the brave, but the cowardly. Family & children born unto what we deem unattached, from the roots of this soil, they are not welcomed for lady liberty's "borrowed" arms to embrace them. When each artifact was sculpted from an immigrant's hands, but we've warranted their tribulations are greater than stars on our flag. If those stars stand for detainment, tragedy, and fascism. I do not proudly pledge such ideals, embracing my heritage of greats- who journeyed over on ships across seas. They are the stars of America's history. —V.H.
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nucherub
25 / F / Iowa
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nucherub
25 / F / Iowa
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Jul 9, 2018
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#independenceday#fucktrump#fuckice#love#speace#justice#freedom
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