The Patriot

He takes pride in the lands Stolen from people long ago The blood on his hands He has chosen to forgo He flies a worn flag Decorated with our rights Forgetting the price tag And all the bloody fights He praises those who fought Forgetting what they did To the innocent people brought To do the leader’s bid He prays for those in war Oblivious to the fact That these sacred mohr Are slaughtering at contact He loves using the fun Of freedom for all bids Until he sees a gun In a school full of kids His children praise lord Just like past generations They get the reward Of forgoing lacerations Freedom of speech Is the best of all rights Until love is what you preach Then it starts fights God bless America And everyone it has to behold Except if you’re from africa Then you were being sold This land is beautiful If you’re a white straight male It’s hard to be dutiful If that’s all we hail The patriot is doing his duty After all what’s not to like About a stolen land of beauty That never fails to strike I pledge allegiance to the flag That annexed so many before Slaughtered those who wore rags And those who opposed in war O say can you see by the dawns early light Americans on a bomb spree That is winning the fight At what cost “Your personal favorite” contest 2 August 2021