Red, White, Blue

the flag is defiled with blood

the oozing red glistenes the streets

decorates batons

stains blue jumpsuits

 

the flag is soaked salt infested tears

the clear liquid adorning brown mother's faces

pools in a puddle on a metallic desk

looked upon as a weakness

 

the flag is hiding the sadness

the blue is in the hearts of the abandoned

empty carcasses of children souls

traumatic memory forever engrained

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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