The Pain of Stars and Stripes
It has been said that pain is
a conversation waiting to be had.
If that is so, there’s so much to share:
Today, the term the United States
is on the road to becoming less and less
an applicable synonym for America.
Reigning division and separatism
seem to be the new twin watch-words
describing this discordant nation.
Today, the old Mason-Dixon Line
has been replaced; yet of the tri-color
flag, white remains supreme; red and blue
identifying her divisive demarcations.
Black, brown and yellow sprinkle
in the circles thereof and polarization
of color again sums up the political times.
That all men are created equal
was a worthy pen; such words, however,
have yet to become a living reality.
It has been held that what goes around
soon comes back around—if the circle
is not broken. Yet it is also held true
that a bubble blown beyond its limits
will surely burst and dissipate into vapor.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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