Category : Poems

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Our hearts are the equivalent to a panther
May blood, sweat, and tears hang on the banner
While the ocean washes away the debris,
the scraps emerge from the back like the front our teeth
But we will not fold, we will not portray to be weak
We will just fight the powers that be in these wicked, wicked streets
Say it loud
We`re Americans and we`re proud!
In a country where oppression surrounds
We stand absolute to a flag that chooses to confound
But we will not fold, we will not portray to be weak
We will just fight the powers that be in these wicked, wicked streets
The people live with resistance
While the freedom songs play in the distance 
Our ability to hear this song distinctly derives stems from persistence 
Though the history and current state of the flag makes the reality of this song seem out of existence
But we will not fold, we will not portray to be weak
We will just fight the powers that be in these wicked, wicked streets