AMERICA
my home.
my prison.
you are the box
that every tries to think out of.
the sky is turning from red to blue,
i unloaded my burden today, taking off my shoe.
now i understand what strawberry fields forever meant,
now i know what kind of sick pill our politicians try to feed us.
peace has always been given a change yet no one can
pursue what it really
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