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Nov 2020
Comrade, our fragile freedoms are gone.
We just don't know it yet. We've been
betrayed by our politicians who sold
their empty souls for bags of silver.
We send our sons to die in their wars.
They drink Champagne toasting wins
and dismiss massacres as bad luck.
Where did it all go wrong? We pay.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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