50 stars 

The beauty of the white on blue

Surrounded by a sea of

Red 

The stars show freedom

A light at the end of the tunnel 

Hope

Yet they do not capture the essence

Of those without voices

What do we do, 

when the Flag blows in the 

breeze,  representing a freedom 

that we all do not 

have?

When the flag excludes those whose 

religions are different, skin is darker, 

heart beats for the same gender, 

we wipe away its meaning

And all that remains is the color 

Dull white upon blue upon 

red