Boston bombings/Afghanistan/United States/war
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“Don’t let anyone tell you America’s not great.”
I tried, Dad.
I wanted to bleed red white and blue
Like you.
I was standing there, just standing
With my mother and sister.
One to my left,
One to my right.
We watched as the runners ran by.
The singing began as they came for the finish
The cheers and proud memorandums
Ran through their minds.
A thousand miles had they run for this,
A thousand pairs of rubber soles they wore down for this,
Roses are red violets are blue
I’m in Afghanistan where are... Boom!!!
Wake up Young get to the truck get on your gun
Cause shit just got real
“Who’s on the CROW!!!” I ask, “its your lucky day,
