Saturating the brown and green
Fibers if the uniform.
With vigilance--her soul is dyed blue,
Upholding justice, truth and honesty
when opposed.
With purity--her spirit shines white
Offering open arms and opportunities
To anyone.
Stained by cowardance, neglect, deceit:
She decays to naught
But thin threads faded
And tossed dejectedly in the wind.
Freedom and life is no longer her banner.
Her motto--From many to one--
Has been replaced.
Pumps slow to a cathartic pace
Slowly letting life leak from her veins,
Silently she calls for resurgence,
Of what she once stood for,
Of what she once was.
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