Our sweet victory
stars on a ripped flag.
Gleaming colors that show after that fateful day.
Gratitude of the soldiers lives in every way.
Tears shed for the now deceased.
Leaving along a decrepit feeling.
But, somewhere in their hearts now bleeding,
A new spark was receding.
The hope for the new.
A now solemnly sworn promise.
That with that torn flag,
A battle was won.
And the lives that were taken were taken for a reason.
To stand before America.
Yes, America.
And say , hey we did it!
We are free and everything is exactly the way it should be.
So, remember the flag in it's honor.
Say the pledge with a hearty voice.
Let no tear be shed.
For the deceased live on in the heart of Americans every day.
In every way.
God bless the USA!!!
This poem is about:
My country