Who are we?

Who are we? 

What are we to be?

What have we to see?

I know who I am.

I know what I am.

I know what I've seen.

 

Corruption comes in many shapes and forms

Form robbery to lies

There is NO real perfection in the world other than the pictures we see in magazines

But then again, no one and nothing is ever perfect

If there was perfection in the world there would be no wars to be fought

No famines to be brought

No families put out onto the streets

And we would live everyday as a utopian society

So America... 

Who are we?

 

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