Listen
Hear my cries
In the distance
As shackles
Pain my ankles
And sweat pours
Down my backside
The Stars
And Stripes
Red
Blue
And
White
Mean someting
different to
Me
My
Strife
Pain
Tears
fall on
America's
Parade of
Iniquity
And though
You are
I still am not
Free
Happy Independence Day
To me
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