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The Color of America

You said to pick one color but I had to do three they represent one thing that we Americans call free but the sound it makes, sounds like death to me the red, white, and blue can you see I hear an air strike bombs light up the night so many screams how can they say its right they've gotten a nuke it just makes me puke so many screams caused by our fluke a deserted land covered in sand so many screams caused by our hands secretary of defense went on the offense so many screams when are we going to pay penance when I was three was taught we were free so many screams right here in our country

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