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bars and cages of flags ,colors ,creeds . in Egypt they've been saying we want to make Egypt great again . can't help but look at the irony gullible red and white and blue patriots and the slogan again on the rise we want America great again. can't you see Iraq where the great empire of Babel stood . Syria and the Assyrians Egypt where the secret defies all your technology the third Reich ,the eagle ,the Indian nazi they're all one machines of destructions strings held by Shylocks . humans didn't find earth border marked . and it hit me we're watching the Syrian refugees freezing to death. but make no mistake ,no matter what your sick flag is there are silent ,non famous refugees freezing few blocks away from where you live . from Portland bus stop ,under street kids of Brazil ,to the tin homes of Egypt even in Israel there's some Ethiopian fooled by fake Judea freezing to death outside an Ashkenazi bar . the only thing that's needs to be great again is Humanity and Humans. yet what hurts them in this photo is that America is broken . not that thousands went past this woman and nobody cares to even look at her. tell me what is ancient Egypt ,Mayans,enka,Sumerian and America ,,without the pure human soul they're ruins of a ppl who worshipped greed and seized to exist. we're not evolving we're descending way past the ape zone . actually we became Shylock's AI ,meat puppets ,flesh robots. desensitized,dehumanized . we're living the age where peace needs a force religion spreads by missions not attracting by forgiveness recognition. colors of the skin became a race . look me in the eye and tell me are we humans ? wonder how many seconds you'll keep a straight face Tamer Hossam

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