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We Are One Nation

He laid there, warm and happy. Defeated as one, but successful as two.
A bullet hole straight through his chest. Another dark green uniform stained,
By the dark red liquid seeping through the torn fabric.
One hundred and one desperate young soldiers, laid to rest by the tip of his pistol.
A rifle jammed and abandoned just a mile away.
The last puff of smoked tobacco, freely evaporates into the broken spans of oxygen.
Fought for his family, his country, his land and our land.
Breached toward liberty, and founded it. At the tip of another’s Beretta M9…
This is America, America is you. America is he, she, and me. 
I am “The America”.
Open and free, to you, including me. I’ve held my guard, stood stiff and tall.
Fought hard, till this day, to wave “hello”, to the one race “individuals” every single day.
Wave back, or don’t wave at all, I’ll respect you as an American and not a flaw.
United or divided; we are one nation, that stands under religion, we are one nation.
Black, white, tall, or small, whatever it is, WE respect all.
Our flag does and will, stand to protect us all.

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  1. Date: 5/21/2013 1:15:00 PM
    I really want to try and choose my words carefully in response unto this inspiring in hopefuls loving poem; mainly because I do love her precious children as All and, America. But I have a point blank frank kind of Spirit given unto myself. Thus, this verse seems in part as that perhaps a cheerleader trying to sell some dream, spelled Mirage ? A hand full of Vipers pulling strings emptying cups while poisoning things - Pide pippers false shepherds Wolves, feeding upon the flock; pagans, dancing for Their gods. Love, John