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