A flag.
Fifty white stars, embroidered on a sea of blue.
Stripes. Some red, some white, fluttering on the evening breeze.
So proud.
So many stripes. Altogether thirteen.
13.
Unlucky.
An orange glow lights the evening sky.
Flames obliterate the stars. A flag, on fire, the dignity of a nation, no more than ashes on the wind.
The Power of Anger, enough to inspire someone to end the pride of a nation with no more than a match.
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ReplyDeleteThe colored font adds to your poem. The red especially makes it seem angrier--almost scary.
ReplyDeleteso angry but so lovely!
ReplyDeletekym, who removed your comment?
ReplyDeleteI'm the author but I didn't touch it.
Freaky.
I was there when you wrote this!! I love it!!
ReplyDeleteShould I post the lyrics to "Can't wait to see you scream" as well? Or When the Moon Rises?
ReplyDeleteI wrote those the same night.
I removed it because I missed a word and re-added the correct version.
ReplyDeleteYes, post the lyrics to the others!
ReplyDeleteMy mom says:
ReplyDeleteWell put!
Interesting. I like it. Is it a song? Or a poem?
ReplyDeletePoem. "can't wait to see you scream" is a song and When the Moon Rises is an excerpt.
ReplyDeleteSo. I really think that you should submit this for publication somewhere. There are loads of local newspapers that I am sure would want to put this in their rag. Otherwise we could send it to Fox News. They would be ecstatic.
ReplyDeleteWhy on Earth would we want to do that? So I can be arrested as a communist?
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