Flag of America being blown about in an early evening
breeze, furling and unfurling in an atmosphere of
freedom.
Colors not running as our Vets protect us from behind
the scenes, many having formed voluntary militias,
ready to fight to protect our citizens.
Hiding, being secretive, Obama thinks himself to be
quietly hidden, but Americans know what he has done,
we are locked and loaded, ready to annihilate him and
his isis cohorts altogether.
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