A Symbol of FREEDOM

Posted: February 18, 2013 in Poetry, Politics
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Tattered Flag

She waves her battered arms
In surrender, crying with blood
Stained tears wondering if she’ll
Ever find peace

Standing on battlefields, watching
Bloodshed, wondering for not. Yet
She stood upright, at times wayward

Some call her Old Glory
Some say she’s a symbol
Of freedom

She watched as wars waged on
Her Native American soul, North
Against South, she had to even
Braved to see brother against brother,
Only to know a Fathers hurt and a
Mother’s tears

Bombs fall from the air, she stood
And stared but she never fell away
Torn, tattered, she understood,
Symbolically to stand tall

Some call her Old Glory
Some say she’s a symbol
Of freedom

As a young land was being formed,
She was there, star by star, stripe by
Stripe, she witnessed woman’s rights,
Whiteman’s hatred, black man’s burden
But she stood

She waves her battered arms in surrender,
Crying with blood stained tears wondering
If she’ll ever find peace

Some call her Old Glory
Some say she’s a symbol
Of freedom

Written by John The Revelator

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