The Flag

You can take down the flag think that the colors fade; You can stand or sit bow your head or bend your knees, Or not. The silence and the words still speak of what is already great and struggles still to be better than it ever was before. The red, white and blue with its stars and stripes waves free in the the wind with spirit and faith and meanings unmatched never to be seen again You can take down the flag fold it, hide it in a drawer, Burn it if you will but its history and past remains unchanged. It still holds hope and promise, heartache and pain that may resurface but forever it holds the dream and search for freedom.