I see them there, 3000 tiny flags on the lawn
Inside a man makes a bitter remark about refugees
They have stood, 3 letters long, for a century
Without a single member any darker than I am
Perhaps those 3000 flags are seeds sown deep
Waiting for patriots to someday grow forth
Not realizing the salted soil beneath them

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