The Country

Turning away from the innocent has become a trend

It seems good has become something we dread.

We stand up to proclaim how great our lives are 

While others take a knee, because apparently, we've gone too far 

Men on the frontline sometimes turn to men on the headlines

What happened to us slowing down and taking our time? 

Here lies the flag, which we so often forget 

Lives are lost and yet we feel not regret. 

     Yet, I will stand thankful, for indeed I am blessed.

     To be living in a country, where my beliefs are not pressed. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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