America's Freedom'Ed Symbols. Poem by Michael Gale

The statued torch, raised so eloquently and majestic...
Proud as Our Bald Eagle, but nicely crafted and artistic.

Keeps watch out in the harbour...
For freedom's store.

Red White and bluest hues...
Are remnant of the flags own sacrificed dues.

Uncle Sam on the July, the fourth...
Proudest than the countries of the East, South, and West and North.

Many lives were sacrificed in the flags stripes of red....
Red-for the blood shed, that they've bled.

Blue for boyal and loyal...
Many the American lives were lost on foreign soil.

A stripe that's white...
White is white-as in the good guys in cowboy hats-white is right.

Many more lives were lost in those two twinned, towers dread...
Many bodies were pulled out of the ashen ed dead.

Concrete unstabled by planes of two...
Innocent lives were removed undue.

We are Americans filled with pride....
We've defended that flag with spilt blood of those, who have died.

Dictators need to die...
Before anyone believes the lies, that they'll lie.

Deceit...
Is an undemocratic and un American receipt.

That we'll be forced to take...
If we make another economic mistake.