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DISAGREE TO AGREE



Problem with the agree to disagree bit is that when we do agree to disagree we are politely saying that we refuse to change or budge like spoiled brats instead of brothers and sisters willing to truly finish these conversations, it's best that we do not go politely into that goodnight, but stay and finally have it out! These things that plague us are fixable, but the players of politics is dividing us expertly, as was planned, I'm sure, divide them, they likely said, keep them imagining that they're participation matters in the least to the puppet masters, then we awoke and found ourselves enslaved by our own blind love of country over world...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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