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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At the end of the day, it's just cloth and dye. At the end of the day, it's personal preference. Fifty stars representing states, each one could highlight historical atrocities. Each one could highlight technological ingenuity The red and white could easily resemble the fight we continue today. Black and white still quoting an eye for an eye. She's been about division for quite sometime but her earliest endeavor to describe national policy began with We the People and we've struggled ever since to make it stick. At the end of the day, you could lay it down as a rug, disrespect its blood. Roll all her tainted fibers into one fabric and say the whole of her is bad, but at the heart of it, She'll always be seen flying flagpole high. No matter how many times she gets trampled, No matter how many times she seemingly does it to herself, At the end of the day, Her cloth represents blood soaked uniforms and families mourning a son or a daughter who didn't get a chance to say that proper farewell. The white, an always washable purity that allows some to step on her and still stand as freedom's bedrock. The blue. Valor and more where that came from. At the end of the day, it's just cloth and dye representing Soldiers who died That's why my feet will never touch her until she's draped over my coffin. Lay it on the ground or watch her dance in the wind She's us. She's them. She's saying We the People again.
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