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
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2 August 2021
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