Category : Poems

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MY COUNTRIES FIRST COLOR IS RED.
FOR THE MEN THAT DIED AND THE BLOOD THEY SHED.
AND THE ONES THAT SURVIVED, WELL, THEY NEVER FLED.
JUST MEMORIES OF LOST BROTHERS SOME FOLLOWED,SOME LED.
HAVE WE FORGOT THE ONES WHO CAME HOME TRYING TO FIND WHAT THEY HAD LOST.
OR JUST THE EXHAUST DURING BATTLE WONDERING WHY MENTALLY THAT NOONE SEES THE COST.
AS TEARS ARE DROPPED AND CASKETS ARE ONLY NOW MARKERS FOR TIME.
AS THE MEDIA PROFITS FROM UNHONERED DEATHS AND OUR COUNTRY SEES OUR WORST DAYS AS SOMETHING U JUST REWIND.
EVERYONE SAYS THEY CARE AS UNNECESSARY PARADES ARE EVERYWHERE.
BUT WHAT THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND IS THE BOND OUR COUNTRY, GRATEFULLY, FORCED US TO SHARE. 
MY COUNTRY.