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I reach like an insect 
for the flag I was 
born under. 

Hoping the red and white 
will define my purpose on 
the planet. 

I tear the material 
when I realize it is worthless. 

It's a plastic symbol 
of an artificial place 
that does not exist outside 
of human imagination. 

Which label to apply? 
Which force field 
to use to protect me? 

So many voices screaming 
against one another! 

So many feet marching 
to so many politically correct causes. 

What causes are the right ones? 
Which are the wrong? 

Implanted values and 
coerced agreements. 

Interior devaluation 
and exterior alignments. 

Nobody has 
ever provided 
the proper way 
to live 
a life of growth. 

No one cares to 
move beyond the 
walls they've allowed 
to be put around them.