My Country

The land of the free, my country
Fought and thought in vision obtained
By heritage labored and passed along
A road less traveled, by peers
Yet persisted on through the jeers
And yet, even right through the sneers
My country is birthed in glorious glee
To be called, my country, home of the free

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