Old Glory, they want
to tread you into the dirt.
They want to pull
you down from your perch
And call you names
unfit for a nation.
Who are they? The ones who slaughter your freedoms
By twisting and
wringing them into something
We can no longer
recognize
the ones who hide
behind you
Because. They.
Can.
And they don’t
celebrate the wisdom
Of the Founding
Fathers in expecting change,
Yet they want to
change the intent of the law.
Darkness rears its
head to stomp Old Glory in the dirt.
But there are
guardians to protect it still.
No comments:
Post a Comment