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Lady
Liberty stands, holding her torch high as she
watches her people fall before her. Ash, dirties
her silky robes, and tears stain her cheeks.
The
people cry, and run from under her feet. While
many more, lay dead in the street.
Everyone
looks the same, the ashes hide the features of
their bodies. The humbled people of America, turn
to each other for help.
A
woman dressed in blood, is surrounded by six
gloved hands. A child's whose life was stolen is
being carried by a fireman.
O,
beautiful, beautiful America, your land has been
stained by innocent blood, and many more have
died.
Your
people cry tears of pain and sorrow, But give us
hope, so we can stand strong Tommorow. |
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