The Flag.

What a beautiful Flag that waves -

O’er this nation of inequality that so strongly imprisons its citizens.

 

The red;

Like the blood which covers our streets,

Spilled by the violence of our police.

 

The white;

Like a reminder of the race which controls this country,

Denying all other people entree.

 

The blue.

Like a metaphor for the trust that has been shattered,

From the countless lies that have been scattered.

 

What a beautiful Flag that symbolizes our pain -

The land of the free and the home of the brave.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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