I am pained,
every time someone burns
my countrys’ colors.
I am pained,
every time the world denies
my country respect.
I am pained,
every time war kills another
citizen of my land.
I am pained,
every time the leaders embarrass
the people which they serve.
The pain began
when I was a tender age,
and Tony,
my first crush of love,
returned home,
in a flag-draped box,
for his community to mourn his loss,
and none knew ‘till now,
the depths
of my patriotic pain,
nor the measure,
in which I love America.


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