What a sick world we live in,
for we are trying to rid;
The world of our homeless
and the mentaly ill that's hid.
We look down upon all people,
who have been convicted of a crime;
We say that all bikers
are nothing more then slime.
And if you have a tattoo,
that other people can see;
Then you must be a drug dealer
it makes no sense to me.
How can we teach our children,
to love rather then hate?
When all the world around us,
is in such a sad state?
Sometimes it makes me sad,
most times it makes me cry,
To think that the American dreem,
is nothing more then a lie!
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