By brian francis
I guess your life is not what you dreamed it should be
You imagine liberty as something given to you for free
But look at the flag on the ground beneath your feet
As you dance upon it, your act of ignorant defiance
You can see the field of blue holding the union of stars
Vigilance, perseverance, and justice are reflected therein
While purity and innocence are the symbols in the white
And valor and hardiness are seen in the color of blood
That red which you tread upon in support of freedom’s ring
Symbolizes the price that was paid, for your rights, in blood
Fellow citizens who either never came home again
Or did so wearing their personal marks of honor’s sacrifice
It isn’t the cloth that you step upon that offends so many
It is the sacrifice that is endowed within it
That cloth has stood beside many a fallen soldier
And covered them in its embrace on their journey home
These are what you are dishonoring our fallen brave
I get that your anger is justified and I will stand with you
I will fight for your freedoms and liberties hand in hand
But if you keep standing on my flag, desecrating it
I will mark you my enemy — a traitor, a miscreant, a fool
As I proceed to defend that which I so proudly hail
and have sworn to protect — I will cry tears
as I beat the shit out of you, defending my flag.
Copyright © 2020 brian francis
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