July the Fourth

An America poem.

They told me my stars and stripes were wings,

But failed to say to wear them, I would have to bleed.

They told me my land was freedom's great place,

But failed to say to get it, I'd see death in every face.

They told me my story was an example to others,

But failed to say revolution sometimes meant killing brothers.

They told me my nation wasn't built for many years,

And I said yet we still stand, through death and many tears.

They told me the road would be difficult to torch,

And I said remember America, it's July the Fourth.

Feeling a little patriotic. Enjoy this little poem drabble.

-Soul Spirit-