America

by sb

June 17, 2013

Standing tall above the masses, calling others higher. Proclaiming freedom everywhere. 50 bright stars shine bright in the dark night. 7 dark streaks of red proudly standing next to the white. This flag of old stands tall and bright. Many have bleed for this flag to fly. Do not forget them who gave so that this flag can fly.

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DJ ChewwyJun 17, 2013

America! Those beautiful blue skies of freedom! Why oh why do you not cry Can't you see? No? Then just listen to me as I tell the tale It has been told time and time again with Greece and Rome and Spain so tall and mighty yet so weak Why are you weak? Old you are not Among others just a young nation but with no foundation what are you standing on when the people that call you mother are so passive and care not? Who bargain you away and leave you to naught. Oh! America! I see you falling I cannot help but continue calling but like unto Rome our sacred dome shall come crashing down as our people lay by the way not caring either way the captain will go down with his ship even though he is not at the wheel America! Those horrid red skies of sorrow! America! That land that never shed a tear.