I Do not Hate America

Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute

Lies are told, over and over again.

That my constant pessimism

Is a sign of my unpatriotic heart.

 

Frankly, to be a patriot

Means you skewer you country

For every injustice.

It’s not because you hate her

But that you love her.

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Published by B. K. Neifert

Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.

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