Cold, red, and dying blood
dries straight in lines
of crimson
Hot, white, and brutal force
pounds into the space between each stripe
of scarlet pain
Wet, blue, and tragic tears
fall repeatedly in outlines
of taunting stars
Our anguish is the flag of our country
Rippling in harsh wind,
grasping at any thread
of fought-over freedom.
Before tearing apart completely.
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