What the Stars Lack

50 stars 

The beauty of the white on blue

Surrounded by a sea of


The stars show freedom

A light at the end of the tunnel 


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 


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 


This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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