True Colors

The flag is reversed,

For less than 1%,

Tenons are high,

A divide will begin,

Some overcome with ignorance,

Deep down its wrongful entitlement,

My brothers and sisters fight daily,

In Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria maybe,

For your ungrateful self,

Stop repeating history,

And join together as one

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My country

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