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Feelings of the American Flag

My Stars were my pride I was always ready for the ride Hoisted in the clear sky I flew freely and high! But now, I lay in unwanted ashes Burnt by many, those bodily fleshes Alas, all my stars now feel like scars! Alas, all my stars now feel like scars!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/5/2013 8:01:00 AM
Dear Sima - Your two repetitive last lines are extraordinary. love, Kathy
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Sima Mittal
Date: 5/8/2013 11:53:00 AM
Asante(thanks)
Date: 4/25/2013 3:23:00 PM
Sima the world has gone mad, I am from Wales, I guess you wouldnt knw my flag...Seren
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Sima Mittal
Date: 4/26/2013 2:40:00 AM
thanks for reading! will have a look at your flag too!
Date: 4/25/2013 2:16:00 PM
Brilliant! 'flags' and other jingoistic platitudes do puff up nation on earth, and make them insular and detached from the rest of our shared humanity. Thank you for a wonderful and timely and poignant poem!
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Sima Mittal
Date: 4/26/2013 2:41:00 AM
Thanks so much for the encouragement!
Date: 4/25/2013 9:38:00 AM
Kindly note....just feelings of a flag..... Not to hurt anyone's patriotic sentiments....
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