Red, white and blue
what do these colors mean to you?
Is it the same as you once knew?
or is it faded and running through?
All hues within view, lighting up
For things that no longer ring true.
“What are we supposed to do?”
We cry, as we turn a blind eye.
Willing to die; to just barely get by
only to kiss our children good night
returning late from slave wage, barely paid.
Though I suffer I’m not ill they say…
Come what may I’ll fight for my child’s sake
no longer can I wade, my soul slowly fades;
I’ll no longer suffer at the hands of fate,
or lie about the so-called freedoms
of living in the United States.



© Ray-N-Lawn
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