America the Free

Freedom for you or freedom for me,

To die for you, or for country?

Is this not a choice, but instead a goal,

what does it mean for us to truly be free?

 

A state made from bridges burned,

Under a flag we shall stand and support,

That protect the speeches that are not the norm

Because true free, does not allow for comfort

 

Conformity to party brings division

But those who think for themselves is individualism

 

To maintain our state

Even those who do not agree,

We must stand side by side

If we are to be free

When we are the enemy, we are lost

This poem is about: 
My country
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