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Old Glory Faded
For those who fly our nation’s flag and forget to care for it. I really hate to see Old Glory faded Greyed and tattered fluttering at the mast Denied the respect and stature of the past In our country where the values are all jaded. That it would now seem fit to pass a law Forbidding us from burning that prized symbol Speaks volumes to the force that makes me tremble, Detracting from the praise it had before. Where are the boys and girls who gave their lives, The men and women who stood proudly to salute, With patriotism undaunted, hearts resolute. Tell me in this land the pulse still thrives. Along the boulevards that crease our city Hanging there neglected and torn Forgotten, ignored and forlorn You’ll see our nation’s flag and it is a pity. At dawn no veteran’s chest to swell with pride At sunset, no guard to draw it down, Just lip-service lighting from the ground, Something in our spirit seems to have died. It’s a sad old flag, a tattered old rag, Forgotten neglected and torn, A symbol of the land we loved Once pride of the place I was born. Now that you have got this far, leave a message and be a star! Thank you
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