Anarchy

I cannot contain my fear for you

While it is clearly true

The sky and I are sometimes blue

I read the words and hope in “not true”

How can the idol be for oppression and freedom too?

Separating them into red white and blue

I fear for myself as well

The tempting black flag

Don’t die for that one either

(Making it a state)

Love is lived by true believers

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