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Our country is strong
We all know that
Said the politicians
To the diplomat
There’s no such thing
As an economic depression
Then they scurry on by
So they won’t have to gaze
Down the dark streets
Or the cold alleyways
Where America hides
Its transgressions
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“…scurry on by.”
Indeed! 👍😉
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Unless they think they can capitalize on the insecurity of the shadowed masses by offering them unattainable dreams.
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A powerful and moving piece of writing, Jerry, and deep, with many reverberating levels.
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Thanks Roland.
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Deep and powerful piece Jerry. The same is mirrored here in the UK. The dark streets must be the same – a place where politicians fear to tread.
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Unless they think there is something to be gained from exploiting the dreams of the huddled masses. Thanks Davy.
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Very well said.
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Thanks for reading and for your kind comment.
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