The Flag Came Down

The Flag Came Down By Franklin Price 7/11/2015 The flag came down, an old way of life, from the capital grounds, to quell some of the strife of nine poor souls, too soon heaven sent, by a troubled young man with a mind anger bent. The crowd that gathered were at least two of mind, when regarding the flag, they were not hard to find. To some a symbol of slavery, to some to honor the lost in a terrible war with a terrible cost The flag was for battle in that terrible war The men gathered 'round it, that's what it was for. They fought for each other; that's what war's all about When the bullets start flying, there's never a doubt. They thought not of hatred and they thought not of slaves, as the bullets struck home and they went to their graves. They followed the flag and it pulled them along It was all about war, not about right or wrong. The years have degraded what the flag represents; men ill, and hungry and living in tents. With the flag there to lead them, that's what it was for, a great battle flag in a terrible war. Politicians in power must not over-react and remove all the remnants of confederate fact. Don't remove all the monuments to the south of that war They're for the soldiers who fought it, not the cause it was for. If you tear down the monuments, because of slavery and race, Go out, find a soldier, slap him in the face. You've said he means nothing to you and to me. We care nothing about him in the land of the free. Take care how you build on the flag coming down The water gets deeper; we could easily drown We can't hide our history; it's there and it's fact. The new history we make, made by how we react.