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A Poem about some of the flaws in America, with some chunks of good in it.

Flaws are built into the american creed,
To flaunt our vices as prizes,
A country as proud as a prize-winning steed.

Where people come, of all shapes and sizes,
To chase a golden goose.

Where soldiers deploy for capital greed
To come home to a noose.

Do I pay my rent or let my kids feed?
A requiem for the American creed.

Do I stand or do I kneel?
 A memory of a long-forgotten dream.

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