Home Of The Brave

(Poured over like a liquid fountain, rain These words are constant but vanishes weak For it goes through the ears; the mind never taints As heard but never listened, conscious faint Mind deceived by generational lies Concealed between Uncle Sam’s dying chants Held between lady liberties aged paint The secret of a conspiracy leaked Guilty blood stained hands profitable shame But until then let lingual freedom rang even while Americas has loose chains for now, our army's oblivious claim holes through the bulletproof can be source blame crash dummies for their sweet subliminals since eons ago, what we have maintained that our flag is still here, battered and shamed o'say does that lie mangles, stripes and stars ore the land of planned deceased, plotted plan or the home at which I call my own, framed By: Tamara "Lefty" Robinson)