I hate your God, and you hate mine
My religion is the truth and yours is asinine,
I am a Republican and you are a Democrat so we fight
I hate your race if yours is not like mine, Red, Yellow, Black or White.
The rich fights the poor, and the poor hates the rich
And the middle-class doesn't even know which side is which,
Everyone seems to hate and not trust each other
And it also seems they don't care about one and another.
I look out my window and I just want to stay where I am
Sometimes like now, I really just don't give a damn,
Riots and protests from greed and hate we will always give
And this is the country of mine, where I do live.
Randy L. McClave
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