America's Message
The Message
America first is today's message yet we aren't much on assemblage. Now more than ever it seems our country has lost its heritage. People chatting in the streets even athletes getting attacked for practicing their free speech. Hell, you can even get attacked because of what you eat. It's a sad time for our nation mostly because we can't trust the government administration. Somehow we are getting lost in this civilization and everyone has their thoughts on the reason. There are some who say it's due to socialism, capitalism, or even Fascism. Soon they'll start yelling absolutism. Until the day comes where we can come together there's no way we can become better.
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ElRey Niffen
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