There was a time not too long ago when a country's flag was a token of awe and utmost respec. Sadly it's been diminished of late....
Hijacked Glory
There was.a time when it was glory
When it’s ribbons fluttered in blood stained awe
Standing in revered bright isolation
On battled fields and despoiled knolls
Weather torn or battle ravaged
Pristinely hung in hallowed halls
Calling all to an inspirited realm
Invoking an altruistic good
Yet I see it’s sad demise
Forlornly draped on pickup hoods
Trashed as clothes for deplorables
Waved by hijacker’s of our laws
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2022-03-25 at 19:31
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