I pledge allegiance to the flag of  the Divided States of America. And to the republic for which we stand... Here we stand for those who fell underneath the oppression. Without a voice. Without a right. But with a gun pointed at their bare skin. Pointing at what a disaster we've created. a gun, threatening, intimidating, scaring their so called brothers and sisters in a place where reputation outlives their dying innocent souls. The tears of agony melt down my face in red white and blue streaks and I question my rights. Because they always seem to be justified. Justified out of insanity. Justified out of stupidity. And I pray to god that one day the little ones I love don't feel ashamed of where they're  from. And so, we still live with a generation above us with power of white supremacy. When the constitution becomes a revolution, let me know so we can make a better solution. I'm fighting a fight fought against folks who still believe America is the greatest nation in the world. Punish me if I'm wrong. But first give me the justice I'm promised. One nation, under god, indivisible, without liberty and injustice for all.