An american history

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Once upon a time, a boy name Johnny…

Was born in an American small town

Two days weren’t enough to have an AR-15

And three weren’t enough to hate my neighbor

And that’s the way it works…

American ways…

When I was ten, my dad told me:

“One day I will be like your granddaddy”

And the life follows its roots and becomes a tree

When I was fifteen, I killed my first neighbor

He was only a Negro

And then the tree becomes a sequoia

And when I was eighteen I enlisted in the USMC:

“Your granddaddy will be proud” my dad told me…

And then, hell came upon me…

“You born to kill and to be killed”

The soil that contained my roots said to me…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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