Reflections
Falling
Spiraling
And never to see the end
Of the monotony
Sirens
Alarms
Ringing out lamentations
Of the ever-oppressed
Stars
Stripes
Flecked with innocent blood
Shredded by monarchical claws
Glistening
Flashing
Reflections of fireworks
Are not of wonder, but of fear
Because the rocket's red glare
Is coming for us
This poem is about:
My country