The Streets of Detroit

Walking through these streets I think of Our flag, those beautiful white stars waving back and forth,

Flowing with the wind, those stripes of...

A Nat whispers in my ear and I swat it away.

What colors are the stripes?

I pass by the Park where they took their last breath,

the fence never looked so high.

I remember that day, the streets of Detroit bleeding Red,

what would he say?

The Truth spoke and now my brothers, gone. forever.

I refused to listen.

The King calls out "I have A dream"

I guess he'll just have to keep dreaming.

The flag turns blank, we surrender.

These streets are no streets of freedom

The Marshall has layed down the law.

This poem is about: 
My country

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