The class stands as one;

A uniform system perfected from years of repetiton

As the students recite their patriotic manifesto

The individuality that allows students to endure the day

Bleeds into the red of the flag until Many becomes singular.

Still there are the Few that remain untouched by the uniformity

Not by choice, but by necessity

They know it doesn't apply to them anyhow;

Why create false hope for Freedom when the Stripes are akin to a Wall?

"With liberty and justice for Most"