these colors don't run, they say don't tread on me, they say heritage not hatred, they say as the blood of our black american children runs down the drain and the necks of muslim men are snapped in the street and the backs of hispanic women are broken in the fields and how can it be "heritage, not hatred" when the flag of your heritage is the epitome of hatred?
written in a brief moment of hysteric crying. absolutely no poetic elements to this but rather a trigger reaction to the amount of awful racist *******