Underneath that Grand old Flag
Natives interrupted
Guns pointed to their chests
Blown away like beautiful dandelions
Into that sweltering sun
Americans lollygag
In their newly claimed land
Under that grand old flag
Slaving away, picking cotton
Under the South’s heat of injustice
Scarred with inhumane treatment
Sweating tears and pain
Burdens heavier than sandbags
Yes, they’re slaving away
Under that southern flag
Stripped away from homes and work
And terrorized prior still
No voice spoke louder than the writing
Of no. 9066, President FDR
Away from homes they’re dragged
Into camps full of prejudice
Under Franklin’s flag
My old friend Alice
Just arrested
For obstruction of the traffic
Roads men proudly trample on
In handcuffs she was dragged
Into a sad, sad prison
Under Wilson’s flag
A poet in the midst of Caesar
On a shelf in Alexandria
King was shot and killed
Right of speech suppressed
Six feet under in a grave
Betrayed by the very country
He tried so hard to save
Yes, six feet under, toes tagged
Underneath that grand old flag
Spying on the enemies
Can’t afford to lose
Separated by a dumb old party
Worldwide on the news
There comes a couple lads
Down at watergate
Under Nixon’s flag
Furious and crazy
Past the point of no return
A noose is hanging for Mike Pence
Violence calls to burn
A mob gone mad
Pardoned from hurting their own police
Under Trump’s old flag
Marching home from the military
To a world full of hatred and unacceptance
Comes the obedient soldier
Disregarded as a crime
Yes, called hideous words like you-know-what
Barred from inclusion
Protected in the constitution
Under Trump’s old flag
Copyright © Luna Schwartz | Year Posted 2025
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