Our Red, White and Blue
I hang you up every morning and take you down every night.
I have tattooed you on my arm and carried you through the fight.
Everytime your song is played I still weep.
I am comforted in knowing you will cover me when I’m finally laid down to sleep.
Some spit on you, protest you and burn you.
But there are many more who will stand and die for you.
To your enemies you project death, precision and fear,
But to your citizens you project hope and love and are held dear.
Although we are not perfect, we are true.
It’s because we love our Red, White and Blue.
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Very well done!
Thank you very much.