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US

A crown of thorns,  
Adorned with rotten rubies
A linen stained,  
With strain and imperfection  
 
Wood, sat on so often.  
Souls are numb to the splinter  
Fire, feared so long  
I have grown numb to its ember  
 
Love, saturated by superficial waters  
Chains, broken—yet stronger.  
Hero’s temples make love to revolvers  
Resistance; a figment, ripe for slaughter  
 
One nation,  
Under a God with dripping fangs  
One Flag,  
Drowning out all of the foreign bangs.  
 
One goal,  
To sip from bubbling spring  
With bellies that poke,  
And reflections that sting.
Written by BluntHonestMel
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Author's Note
This poem is a new write for a “layers” competition. I love to use entendres and etymology to convey vivid tone and imagery. Thank you for reading always. -Mel
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