The flag blows
magestically in the wind.
Casting shadows on all
the others around it.
A nation which
fights for freedom.
Strives to aid
the world around it.
A nation founded
on the brutal slaughter
of people who called
it their home land.
It was stolen
from mothers and children,
as they were left to weep
over their lost land.
So when I see the
flag flying high and mighty.
I don't see the voice of peace,
I see the scars and stripes shining through.
