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Sep 2019
Donkeys cry
Elephants cry
This game of losers
Never ends
The dream
We call American
Became superficial
Growth comes at a cost
We must work
And earn accordingly
Can’t afford a token
Or pass
To immigrants or natives
Who believe it as their birthright
To call what elders
Worked so hard to build as our own
But not do anything to preserve it
Written by
John Dewberry  24/M/USA
(24/M/USA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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