The Flag
Do you have respect
I am just a piece of cloth,
strung upon a tall pole.
A symbol that is thought,
to represent a nations soul.
Each color corresponds,
to ideals that are held high.
How will you respond,
to the pride in another’s eye.
There are some who
Have no respect.
The sins that they pursue,
are a national defect.
You need to think of those
who gave up their lives.
For only God knows,
where their sacrifice lies.
So the next time you see,
the flag flying high.
Will you pay homage to
the fallen who have died?
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Comments (1)
This is beautiful. Well done.