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I Cried Today
I cried today.
 
 I cried for those who shed tears like me, and no one blinks an eye.
 I cried for those who are hopeless and confused.
 I cried for those living in boxes and tunnels on the street.
 I cried for those holding out a cup for change and being ignored by all.
 I cried because we can see them but are oblivious to their pain.
 I cried for those confined to a third-class life because of their family.
 I cried because their dreams are impossible and unthinkable.
 I cried for those separated from family and home and sent to live in poverty.
 I cried for those denied a simple freedom because they are different.
 I cried for those being murdered and robbed for their ethnicity.
 I cried for those unjustly tried when people lie.
 I cried because they might lose their lives in innocence.
 I cried for those who can’t afford to survive in illness.
 I cried because we know their trouble but refuse to give.
 I cried for those who work harder than anyone but are unappreciated.
 I cried because they are prejudiced, undermined, and underpaid
 I cried for those persecuted because we are afraid of being different.
 
 I cried for those in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.

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