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Our great land

No single family can take over the world
However, they're trying and we need to revolt
The oppression of speech in the microphone jolt
Reaching lower levels just like a petty girl

Seize the grandeur on stage to elevate the realm
As a just medium without being noticed
That we are serving proud with no sigh of meanness
Yet we share our borders, free but not overwhelm

Inch by inch we conquer, not loud but mind control
The serenity state is a complete affair
That stains the business land as a corporate Bear

Join us for this wild ride into sublime tax toll
As message of high hope in a land that accepts
With cultural background without any excepts

◄ To my grand-daughters

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