TAINTED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE AMARICAN FLAG
A WARPED VISION
A RED, WHITE AND BLUE RAG
DEEP IN THE BYOU’S WERE THE BABIES MY GRANDMOMMA HAD
WHILE GRANDPOPPA LOOKED ON ANGRY, POWERLESS AND MAD
LAND OF THE FREE
YOU CANT FOOL ME
THIS RAG IS TAINTED WITH HYPOCRISY
RIVERS STILL TORTURED, DAMS STILL RED
AND SHE USE THAT SAME COLOR TO REPRESENT OUR FUTURE THAT’S STILL DEAD
I AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR THIS CLOTHE
SO F*** THE AMERICAN FLAG!
Please don’t come for me in the comments, it’s called creative freedom ❤
I think the american flag is beautiful designed.
I DO TOO BUT ONE OF MY MANY PERSONALITIES THINKS THERE IS SOMETHING VERY DECEPTIVE ABOUT IT (: THANKS FOR COMMENTING (:
Actually I don’t like it at all…I lied!
I like your flag.
Even amongst the turmoil, disappointment, and inequality that surfaces the land of our country, there still hovers the thought, that at least we can announce our feelings about our country. This is freedom. Great poem, and keep speaking your mind, because nobody else will.
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Creative freedom ❤