Cloth and Dye
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.
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2015
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