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Red and white and blue

The issue is,
We, those of us who did not come here
Willingly
We’re too red
And white
And blue
That’s not on us that’s the rest of you
Forget your naive pleas
For a season and you will see
The truth beneath your trampling feet
Your stolen mirror’s joy left in the  street.
You play games and make believe
We live life, beautifully
It’s not our fault you cannot see
That’s the cave you built around yourselves
It’s not our fault and we cannot help.
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