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 but dont change a lot just a couple of thing

Answer 1

Here’s a lightly revised version that keeps your lines and meaning but adds rhyme with only small changes:

I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America — whose tag?
But united for who? Because it’s not for me,
I stand and ask aloud, will it ever set me free?

For years we stood on lies,
fighting for what was never ours beneath false skies.
We call the people of this country proud and free,
yet we’re divided by what’s right and what’s wrong to be.

They tell us, “Don’t worry your little head,
just play games and stay sane instead.”
But your plans are shaping our future’s course,
of course we’ll worry — your choices have their force.

“We don’t have to worry now,
we’ll fix it eventually,” they vow.
But what does eventually mean to you?
Because in my eyes, time crawls and feels untrue.

Decisions take forever, and we’re left with hope,
hope thin as thread, stretched on a fraying rope.
They teach us history like a trimmed garden, roots cut out,
we memorize dates and so‑called heroes while the truth still shouts.

The stories that hurt sit in basements and on corners, calling our names,
we salute the flag — does it salute us, or play other games?
We sing of liberty while liberty waits in line,
behind profit and paperwork — wasting our time.