Turning around, drums beating solidly, taking life into interior
realms of dissidence and diversity, finding rhythms are matching
feelings of joy.
Rebelling against everything standing in the way of making our
United States great again, swelling with pride whenever bands
are playing the National Anthem.
Sounds of freedom and liberty become a sacredness within our
American traditions and values, standing together, united for
one cause, under the rule of law, our Constitution.
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