The Red, The Blue and the White may Not be Alright
There is only one thing that I need here,
In this life of mine that I hold so dear,
Freedom is my truest passion in life
Without it I am never quite alright,
In the USA, always A-OK
Because this Freedom is ne'er far away.
America is always on the rise,
Eagles symbolize oppression's demise,
I would hate to see my country fadēd
No more sweet dreams of blue nor white nor red,
If this election does not remain true
The peace of the US is not for you
It will instead belong to one cheapskate
Who will not make this America great.
This poem is about:
My country