they wear no war paint
they only hail with slogans
yet two sides are at war
it's not a bumper sticker year
in the battleground states
all swear they are independent
no one wants to talk about it
a fight might break out
blue and red like gang colors
sadly it has come to this
I see fire and bullets and blood
again I see hatred rising
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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