Question

“I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.
But united for who?
Because it’s not for me.
For years we stood on lies,
fighting for what was never ours.
We call the people of this country
proud and free
yet We’re divided by what’s right
and what’s wrong.
They tell us,
“Don’t worry your little head,
just play games and remain sane.
But your plans are shaping our future.
Of course we’ll worry
because what you do
falls back on us.
“We don’t have to worry now,
we’ll fix it eventually,” they say.
But what does eventually mean to you?
Because in my eyes,
time feels slow,
decisions take forever,
and we’re left with nothing but hope.
Hope is thin as thread,
stretched between promises
They teach us history like a trimmed garden,
roots cut out.
We memorize dates and so called heroes
while the stories that hurt
sit in basements and on corners,
calling our names.
We salute the flag but does it salute to us,
We sing of liberty
while liberty waits in line
behind profit and paperwork.
Wasting our time.
make it rhyme

Answer 1

I pledge allegiance to the flag that flies above this land,
To the United States of America, held in careful hand.
But united for who? The answer isn’t truly mine,
For years we stood on lies beneath a borrowed sign.

They call this nation proud and free, yet we tear at the seam,
Divided over what is right and what remains a dream.
"Don’t worry your little head," they say, "just play and stay sane,"
But your plans will shape our future — your calm won’t ease our pain.

"We’ll fix it eventually," they promise with a grin,
But eventually rings hollow when the rot is carved within.
Time crawls like broken clocks; debates lengthen like a stone,
We’re left with fragile hope, a single thread we spin alone.

Hope thin as spider silk stretched over every vow,
They teach us history like hedges — roots cut out somehow.
We memorize bright dates and heroes sculpted in their books,
While stories that should hurt sit hidden in the nooks.

We salute the flag — does the flag salute us back in kind?
We sing of liberty while liberty waits filed behind.
Behind profit and paperwork, the signatures congeal,
Liberty stands in line while balance bends to deal.

"Don’t worry," they whisper, "we’ll shelter you from harm,"
But silence makes us guilty as the promises deform.
I pledge allegiance and I ask: whose banner do we raise?
If unity erases some, what then becomes its praise?