An independent poem project.
Right is red, left is blue
Center caught, between the two
Oh my country tis of thee
Fighting hard relentlessly
This land of free, free for fights
Brave men hath die, for these rights
"All men created equally!"
But we're not, so tragically
Born of want or born in wealth
Born with strength or failing health
Then we're taught by those we trust
To fight for that in which we lust
If what we love, the others loathe
In hates expansive, endless trove
Mother father sister brother
Split amongst one another
What we want is what we got
To feel alive all while untaught
To feel so smart, to feel so just
To feel control, to feel the thrust
But feel we may, the feeling numbs
For when we hear those beating drums
What we need will all be lost
Expiring beneath ye permafrost
So this is us, a high society
With our lives irreparably
Not alt Not red not blue not me
Check my card..
Independently.