Bounded by Red, White, and Blue shackles
We stand one Nation, under God
In the unemployment line.
Thirteen Red stripes
aligned parallel on our backs
When we dare speak of Change.
Blue surrounds our eye because
this kind of work is all we can get.
The Trickle-Down Theory works the same for pain.
Drape the flag over your problems
And tell yourself
You are proud to be an American.
America, true America has become
A figment of your imagination.
Washington’s, Hamilton’s, Freedom’s America is not where we reside.
But we close our eyes
While being beaten down by this nation
And we see Stars, anyway.