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Why must it be as it is
It seems to me We are having to fight For the rights Which are supposed to be Guaranteed by our Wonderful government Our so-called Democracy Or am I The only one Who can see The precious freedoms Which we hold near Are being taken away Little by little Day by day If the masses Can see it too I know what We must do We must stand up Start a revolution Take back that Which is guaranteed In our Constitution I'm not talking about With guns, With War, Or with fighting, I'm talking about With protests With petitions And with writing I fear if we don't Tomorrow will be full of sorrow For we will no longer Have the precious freedoms Which we should hold dear
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