a young beauty of its time
the first to give up blood, the first willing to die
the pools of Red cells soaking into the ground
and somehow, we got there, to the heights of the Blue sky.
freedom was our hope
freedom was ours at last
we created a country filled with love
we created a country that was meant to last.
but now- will it last?
that is a good question
not many, if any, know the answer to
despite all the good people, there are so many bad ones too.
we stood side by side, battle after battle
our arms linked like chains
as we stood to watch the multicolor sunrise
against a sky spotted with White, puffy clouds.
but soon those clouds turned grey and heavy,
the sky turned dark and cold
Red fires scorched the Earth
no matter how fast or far you ran, it wouldn’t help at all.
So now there lives a different world
one of Red and Blue
but not the kind there used to be
not the kind with a Purple lining.
The White clouds no longer float
they cannot be found at all
the purity of the land
it cannot be found at all.
Please hear my prayer
Listen to my questions:
what happened to the country that was once willing to fight?
what happened to the people who were once friends?
now we are all foes-
it is like Black and White
you cannot be anything but Red or Blue
and you have to be willing to fight.
once a land of those who knew
what they wanted, what they were looking for
it couldn’t possibly still be you
not with all this arguing, without ears to hear it all.
there once was a flag with Red, White, and Blue
but now it has discolored
now all anyone sees is
who is Red? who is Blue?
Now that is all that matters.