O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
It’s not about the me, it’s about the we.
Letters From 500 
Becoming tired of the negative ranting. Time for a different approach, remembering the power of the word and the beauty of the song. Perhaps it can reawaken some of the sleepers.
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