Another tale
Another tale,
But not at all stale.
Once upon a time,
When candy was for a dime,
Festivals we wished to seize.
There was nothing but peace.
None woke up to hatred.
Someone's religion was also sacred.
As kids,we were taught of welfare.
We now teach of warfare.
Our King leads to the road clouded,
Vision of my country is crowded.
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