Old Glory

Red White and Blue,

No matter what, it flys for you

In times of distress

Our soldiers never rest.

Don't forget what they do

For you

Their blood runs red white and blue.

Even when he puts up his boots.

Until his last breath, i'll always be a soldier.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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