I pledge allegiance
to the Flag of the United States of America,
and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for who?
Because it’s not me, nor you.
I pledge that in a classroom, right hand on my chest.
Never taught me the fine print,
never told that liberty had exceptions,
never told that justice asked for papers.
But liberty doesn’t live behind locked doors,
or use systems that punish innocent and call it law.
And justice doesn’t mean looking at skin like it’s a passport,
like colour is a confession to a crime assigned at birth,
or wanting a better life means you don’t deserve one.
People say,
They are just doing their job.’
As families are getting ripped apart and become collateral,
as children remember fear instead of playground rules.
You people proudly wear the colour of the blood that stain the streets,
but you don’t seem to be practicing the Godly love you preach.
You say he forgives your sins,
His blood set you free.
Don’t forget the same blood that forgives you, forgives those born overseas.
So why should I pledge allegiance to a government
that defrauds the ones who build our houses,
but cannot live in them,
the hands that harvest the food,
but are not able to taste the American dream,
and the bodies that bend over backwards so the country can stand tall.
So no.
I will not stand for this at all.

Hi Kyndall. Is this your original poem?