The Red, The Blue and the White may Not be Alright

There is only one thing that I need here,

In this life of mine that I hold so dear,

Freedom is my truest passion in life

Without it I am never quite alright,

In the USA, always A-OK

Because this Freedom is ne'er far away.

America is always on the rise,

Eagles symbolize oppression's demise,

I would hate to see my country fadēd

No more sweet dreams of blue nor white nor red,

If this election does not remain true

The peace of the US is not for you

It will instead belong to one cheapskate

Who will not make this America great.

This poem is about: 
My country


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