Today I am a whirlwind mess
with politics, war, pollution, hate, and strife.
The poor and the weak I simply oppress,
too preoccupied with my selfish life.
My own glaring problems I push away.
But I would rather you be in this country
than any other place, on any other day.
Here all are equal, all are free.
If I protect you, will you protect me?
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