But Our Flag Was Still There
Many mistake this phrase especially now a days
They believe it is a right to which they never had to fight
Not seeing the enormous sacrifice of all those who paid the price
Not seeing the pride as we honor all of those who have died
So much has been recanted as we take so much for granted
Everyone just in it for the wealth always looking out for themselves
Never in turn giving back to what this country itself may lack
Always just out looking to take what took so many so long to make
And as they try to harness Her, Her color begins to tarnish
And with each decade Her luster now quickly begins to fade
With so much just given away she so rarely has Her say
This once brilliantly bright light now often not allowed in sight
Extend your hand to Her listening to how things were
Dust off Her Face and return to her Gods bountiful Grace
She beckons to again rise and for you to open up your eyes
…”but our flag was still there”, maybe it’s time that you start to care
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2014
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