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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This virus eats through our spirit clothes has exposed our "leaders'" truest soul. The ones we elected for the simple task The ones that now refuse to work for the working man. One side wants to exile us off to virus island. Include Puff Adder seasoning into the panic recipe. Shut down everything to tank the economy. Make great strides politically speaking Stroke the people's feathers and smile Play their broken mind strings in the light Then shank them on the sly... The other side wants us to go about our business to save the green-backed bull at the expense of a million lives. The virus just rides the breeze-laughing Chairman Xi is smiling As he culls his oppressed and desperate herd. That never had a voice. Xi wishes to temper trump tariffs prefers the donkey over the elephant. He's "Biden" his time. wants to trim 45 stars from our flag and paint the rest yellow over red... While terrorists are taking notice. Thinking they have the perfect potion. To turn our freedoms into chum Turn our drinking water into blood Cover our heads in wicked ideology. They're wrong; America has great resolve Will come out of this COVID cave even stronger, We've done it countless times before. These hate moths will never stop trying. To cover up our light. Eat the fabric of our souls. Point their little pricks in our direction Sprinkle misery dust onto our God. God, help them, for they do not know.
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