The Flag Is Not My Country
People make such a big deal about a flag,
A rag;
nothing more, nothing less.
You'd think it were a country,
You'd think they built my house;
between the stripes, not the stars.
You'd think I ate the red and bled the blue.
But my house is not a flag,
my air is not a flag,
my soil is not a flag,
my water is not a flag,
the flag won't love me when I'm sad,
the flag won't feed me in the cold;
you say me bold, but I don't care.
Life isn't a flag, salute the air.
Salute thy neighbor, go outside.
Tell your neighbor: " Your my flag.
I salute you, I defend you,
to make sure that you don't starve."
I don't need a colored rag,
It's not my country, it's just a flag.
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