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It's not my flag, that red white and blue.
It doesn't stand for me and it doesn't stand for you.
Whether you agree or not simply has no affect upon the truth.
It's not my flag because it's not a flag of peace,
and its stars are stained with blood,
and its stripes are in retreat.
Somehow, so many find this so comforting.
It's not my flag, it never was to begin and I don't support the troops long as they keep murdering for these resource and ideology wars.
That's not defense. It goes by another name, empire or terrorism, and war mongering.
And in the end aren't they all the same?
See the stars 'n stripes waive your rights away, on Capitol Hill,
where the robbers stay.
The builders no longer build.
They just take away, on Capitol Hill where the robbers stay, where the criminals play.
No more bargains, no more pleas, unless its peace your plans are simply conjecture. Hear us! Hear us! Until no more people bleed, I'll remain a conscientious objector! Only peace will sustain us! Our fates are in our hands. Do we save or do we suffer?