In a land of smoke and mirrors, bold and grand,
Stands a nation vast, by dreams forever fanned.
United States, a tapestry unfurled,
Where tales are spun, where wonders are hurled.
A vision birthed in a fight for liberty,
A haven for seekers of prosperity.
From sea to shining sea, a mosaic of faces,
Unraveling stories in diverse spaces.
Amid the smoke, a history whispers low,
Of pioneers and heroes who dared to go.
Through wilderness untamed, they carved a way,
Fueled by hope and dreams, come what may.
But as the mirrors shimmer and reflect,
A deeper truth emerges, hard to neglect.
For shadows lurk behind the grand facade,
Injustices woven in the fabric, flawed.
Smoke rises from the embers of division,
A nation grappling with a timeless decision.
Bound by chains of past mistakes and strife,
Striving to mend the fractures, heal a nation's life.
In this land of smoke and mirrors, still we find,
A spirit resilient, in hearts intertwined.
For every flaw, there's a soul who dares,
To rise above and bridge the divisive snares.
Smoke dissipates, revealing unity's gleam,
As a chorus rises, chasing the American dream.
The colors blend, a symphony of hope,
In this grand experiment where dreams elope.
So let us face the mirrors, unafraid,
To see beyond illusions, seek a better trade.
With empathy and understanding as our guide,
Together we can mend the wounds, set them aside.
In this land of smoke and mirrors, let us strive,
To weave a future where all souls can thrive.
For the United States, a beacon we can be,
A testament to unity, bound and free.
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