Free to Scream – a poem

What does this day mean to you?
Do you think of the red white and blue?

People we know died for us to exist.
Some lost their lives never being kissed.

I think of how it must have been.
But all I know is what they did back then.

Some scream there is no American Dreams.
I guess we’re lucky that we are free to scream.

Do you ever think about how other countries in far lands,
punish resistance and stealing candy by chopping off hands?

No, this country may not be the best,
but I would choose it over all the rest.

No matter the color of my skin
This country is where all have a chance to win.


fife and drum painting.

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This America

You say you hate it,

This America,

Gives you that freedom.Bataab Death March

 This America

for: The US. Soldiers




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