I pledge allegiance
to the flag
of the United States of America.
I stood with my hand over my heart
at the ripe age of 10
in the bright, off-white,
crowded classroom.
chants are heard
all across the room;
echoey and loud.
We were all unaware and gullible.
We sang it up and down.
Never understood
what we were pledging ourselves to
every day.
And to the republic for which it stands
I held your hands my entire life
as you lied.
Made me feel safe.
Made me feel as though
I mattered.
They mattered.
But I should’ve known
it was all fake
Did you?
One nation
under god
cause there’s only one.
The others are odd
and they don’t belong
We preach individualism
but they sing a different song.
They are a prism
and we are a prison
that is painted as a utopia
But do you really believe that?
Indivisible with liberty.
To a point.
The line to that point
is a bit short.
Money is everything under our system.
Money unifies our system,
just as much as it divides our system.
Money is everything.
A black woman
single with kids
that never see her,
hiding her generational trauma
cause she has to be strong,
show them how
to stay alive.
Working 3 jobs
isn’t hard working.
That’s why she’s still poor and struggling
No other reason
right?
And justice for all.
Except those who are the perfect victims
for the “justice” of the justice system.
Except for those who are
foreign and poor
Their home holds the resources,
I need to hold
more wealth.
Hand it over,
I’ll ravage you either way
with my blind followers
and my own selfish wants
It’s mine.
This is justice right?
The land for the wealthy,
and the home of hypocrisy.
One corporation under god.
This is my country.
Aren’t you proud?
