We don’t have culture
We have individualism
We have competition
There is no neighborhood
Or a close knit family
We live on insular little pods
A small family unit
If they die, we are alone
We are divided by color
The color of our skin or belief
Black or white or red or blue
We live under forced capitolism
Our employer is our master
As employees we are servants
And they will discard us at will
Loyalty is an act we put on
While struggling on our own.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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