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A Call for Respect
In halls of power, where voices rise,A careless phrase, a hurtful guise,"Stockton north," a "**** hole," so he said,A barb that stung, a heart that bled.
But hold, Mr. James, before you speak,Remember words can wound, can leave their mark.A place called home, to some it's dear,A place of pride, a place to hold so near.
For every corner, every street,There's stories untold, lives to meet.The heart of Stockton, strong and true,A place where lives unfold and dreams accrue.
So let us pause, before we cast,A judgment harsh, a shadow cast.For words can build, or words can tear,And every soul deserves a gentler care.
In Stockton north, as everywhere,Kindness matters, compassion's air.Let's lift each other, hand in hand,And build a world where words are grand.
In halls of power, where voices rise,A careless phrase, a hurtful guise,"Stockton north," a "**** hole," so he said,A barb that stung, a heart that bled.
But hold, Mr. James, before you speak,Remember words can wound, can leave their mark.A place called home, to some it's dear,A place of pride, a place to hold so near.
For every corner, every street,There's stories untold, lives to meet.The heart of Stockton, strong and true,A place where lives unfold and dreams accrue.
So let us pause, before we cast,A judgment harsh, a shadow cast.For words can build, or words can tear,And every soul deserves a gentler care.
In Stockton north, as everywhere,Kindness matters, compassion's air.Let's lift each other, hand in hand,And build a world where words are grand.