Give Me Your Tired, Give Me Your Poor

So is the American Dream. We build.

Our flag has red stripes upon white stripes because America was built upon layers; red brick upon concrete, with an ever rich tapestry of different patterns of stars adorning our blue skies. Despite bombs bursting in air. Imagine all the people.

Together we’re beautiful. By the camp fire we find peace. Orbiting calm confidence let’s us relax our shoulders down in ease.

America was never better through division. Our best has always came through assembly and discourse. The best outcomes are when we can cordially work towards resolution. We can all win.

Freedom is in the choices we make.

Thanks,

John

P.S. - A.I. ain’t writing this shit yo. It’s me. Hi!