God Bless America

The pristine white stripes represent those who run this great country,
The red stripes are painted with the blood of anyone who believes otherwise. 

The stars are America,
So beautiful from afar but dangerous when you get too close.

The blue is not the sky,
But rather the ocean in whih impoversihed voices drown.

Do not tell me the flag is flying high,
I see the penniless cry for change.

Do not tell me te flag is flying high,
I see the black lives matter movement shadowed.

I said, do not tell me the flag is flying high,
For the wind that carries it is liberty.

This poem is about: 
My country

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