"Stars and Stripes"

America the beautiful,

We believe you are the beautiful alright.

Where your stars and stripes should resemble the different American people

Yet we don’t even consider those intricate patterns unless they’re white.

Here we are years later fighting for the same freedom we came to find.

What a nation to be enslaved to ourselves

After we set our slaves free, we put ourselves in bondage.

That bondage looks blue and red,

It looks like dirty politicians

It looks like the man turning over in his grave thinking we would never live as a nation with power craving.

I believe in her stars and stripes but I don’t believe in her chains.

I believe in a God fearing nation but I don’t believe in the protesting.

I also believe in a nation that believes we are better than this. 

This poem is about: 
My country

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