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© My People
We come united by thoses who walked before us. A bloody history wrote for you and I.
Battles fought with purpose, to unite the people of many creeds. We fought with purpose, to unite mankind.
How can we be a nation of one- indian brothers, battles fought between norh and south, world wars, and chemical warfare in deserts far away.
We must unite, no color or bigotry will separate this tribe of man. Children's smiles and hands outstretched will bring our peace.
A new history to be made, of pride not shame. Come and walk with me, let us become, the united tribes of man.
© 2002 All Rights Reserved By:
Dee {DBM}
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