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I love the simple
Identifier I choose to
Wear around my wrist

There's a lot of story left out
Untold in these six colors
Captured cheaply in silicon

But they leave little room
For doubt:
I am queer
QUEER
Even

I prefer it be known
So I wear it as my only
Strong identifier

My band attracts
Those it should attract
A light of safety for some
When out and
About

It also repels those
That I'm better off for
Having avoided

If you see me out and about
With my rainbow wristband
I hope you feel safe with me

To be exactly as you are
As we are
In that moment
But I still take it off
When I'm in nature
Around Heber, Utah
(Like today)

I see too much camo
Sorry friends
#allyout
to leave your allies
who helped you achieve
your often-boasted victories

unprotected

against their well-known
overpowering enemy
is abominable betrayal

a crime most foul!
On the occasion of the American betrayal of the Kurds in Syria who were instrumental to reduce IS - now rising again thanks to the Turkish-US "deal."
AsianTapWater May 23
Who am I?
I’m Canada, your owner.
It’s ok if you don’t remember.
You never do.

Who’s the sixth Ally?
It’s me, your brother.
It’s ok if you don’t notice.
You never do.

If I’m not America, then who am I?
I’m Canada, his twin.
It’s ok if you didn’t realise.
Nobody ever does.

What was I saying?
Why don’t you ever listen to me?
I’m sick of this, brother.
I’m sick of being ignored.

I may have burned down Washington,
But that will never hurt as much
As the pain in my heart.
The pain you gave me.

I’m invisible.
Nonexistent.
I’m never here
Even when I am.

Who am I?
I’m Canada, your twin!
I’m sick of this, America.
I’m sick of being forgotten.
A poem about Canada from the anime Hetalia: Axis Powers
malluraeh Mar 27
eyes locked
my heart dies,
the idea of love falls apart,
my allies try to
advise,
to organize my thoughts
Liam hopson Sep 2018
I DREAM OF A LIFE
THATS MORE FREE AND FUN LOVING
NO MORE MONEY
NO MORE WAR
MUCH MORE GIVING
MUCH LESS LAW

HAVE WE FORGOT THE REASONS FOR OUR EXISTENCE
NO MORE HATE
NO MORE RESISTANT
MUCH MORE LOVE
EMBRACE OUR BRILLIANCE

NOW IS OUR CHANCE TO LOOK EACH OTHER IN THE EYES
NO MORE DIVISION
NO MORE LIES
MUCH MORE UNITY
WE ARE ALL ALLIES
Just my opinion.
Jolan Lade May 2018
One night walking on the sidewalk
Head directed towards the phone, not the mood for talk
Bumped into a lamppost
Noticed it shined more light on my path than most
Said hello and moved on, at the moment I didn’t realize
The light could repel evil lies and equalise, keep me alive and provide key allies
Should have stayed in the light
Then battling the dark would have been a, somewhat fair fight.
Just the surrounding darkness and a few lampposts, leading my way
May E V Watson Feb 2015
When the heart is stilled,
and our eyes are blind.
   When our limbs are lead,
and our hands are chained and numb.

   Keep your eyes open,
Use the pain to stay alive.
   Protect your Allies son,
protect them with your life.

   Get them out of the dark,
and lead them into the light.
   Protect your comrades son,
Protect them with your life.

  *  Even if only one of you can
leave this fiery Hell.*
   If even only one of you survives
then a victory has been one!
  
   For they cannot stop you child,
If together you stand and fight!
   Fight for your rights my Child,
Fight to live your life!

    Fight for what you believe in Son,
fight for what you know is right.
   Defend your brothers and Sisters son,
protect what you hold most tight.

    You know your lives are ending,
as you stand and fight.
   But as you lay here dying,
You see him striding through the light.

   He stands tall and strong now,
the Boy now a man,
   Not a child in any's eyes,
Standing tall in the light.

   With his Infantry behind him,
he blasted all enemies in sight.
   When the others saw him they burst into tears,
For their arrival also washed away their fears.
An ode to the soldier. Yet again to be read as though you were a bard.
Chris Renninger May 2014
I like to imagine myself as a shield
Casting itself over it’s allies in battle
Saving them from shrapnel and enemy attack
On the front there was color
It has long faded into a plain metallic sheen
The color was not faded in one short stroke of grief
But rather by years and years of wear and misuse
It is filled with scratches
Some from enemies, some from allies, some from myself
On the back there are words
Some that I say all the time
Words like “I’m fine” and “Don’t worry about me”
Others are phrases I wished I heard
“Proud of you, son” “Good job, son”
These words serve to protect the guise
To persuade those who are protected by the shield
To never glance at the battle-worn front
Sometimes the shield is close to breaking
Mostly from overuse
Sometimes it breaks itself
Chipping pieces off wondering why it doesn’t feel whole anymore
What was once a thick, sturdy shield
Has become a frail, flimsy barrier
Ready to break at the slightest hit
It refuses to go easily
As if it were gone who would protect those behind it
How could such an imperative device be so easily replaced
How could others forget its purpose
How could the shield forget its own worth
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