America's Exhibit of Fanatical Greatness

Tue, 03/14/2017 - 20:20 -- Yagine

Come one come all come see,

Don’t shy from the light!

Though I know it’s no longer gleaming,

You might not see a star!

But at least they stopped putting up a fight!

It’s just begging to be watch’d!

Now live streaming,

You might be met with a red glare,

Should you question the smoggy air,

But hey!  The flag is still there!

What do you know!  Just look at it wave!

Just look at it fail as it tries to be brave!

 

Little does it know, that its in so deep,

So stuck in haughty reposes,

That it fails to notice the Cold breeze

Pushing it toward a towering steep.

As the sea of knowledge it used to covet so fitfully blows,

In a manner that half conceals, half discloses,

And as the sun’s first scorching beam,

Forces the wasted lives to be reflected,

Wait!  Don’t leave the live stream!

They rally neath a torn banner,

O, long may it wave

Over the land of the sick and the falsely brave!

This poem is about: 
My country

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