Yesterday I saw a flag and because it had been raining
Tears streamed down her stripes and the still air
Offered no life to her stars.
Then a young man, young by numbers only, saluted the flag
And his proud determined eyes
Reflected a greyish-blue wisdom.
"What a world" I scoffed feebly to him.
"We have created this world" he replied as though speaking to himself
"We, the People, have agreed to this."
And reading my mind, he turned slowly to me
With raindrops exploding off his head and said,
"It's always up to Us."
And as he carried on I looked up once more,
The deep blue and thick red cloth we're cleansed,
Stars singing white,
And a breeze resurrected her body,
Flying and waving and smiling.
About the Creator
John Anthony
Began writing out of a strange impulse while working as a cashier. Inspired at first by lyrics then spread my spotlight to include anything profound and human.
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By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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