My Flag

Don't make fun of my flag that hangs on my wall, It's not there for you'r amusement,thats not it at all. I love my flag,it's rips and tears, it gives me belief that someone cares. So don't make fun of my flag that hangs there still, it blows free and waves at will. It moves with the wind when it blows through it's strands, It weeps and cries in a soldiers hands. My flag stands strong when most will fall, It's been through dozens of wars,my flag has seen it all. So the next time you laugh at my flag coming apart at the seams, Think of the dead and you will hear there screams. I raise my hand in honor to my torn old flag, I am proud of the colors and for that I brag.