The Rebel Flag Flies Alone

The Rebel Flag Flies Alone

A Poem by R. S. Morris

Driving from Florida to Atlanta.
I snapped an image with my phone.
Crossing the Georgia state line,
I saw the rebel flag flying alone.

I had seen this flag before.
It used to fly with two others.
Georgia and Tennessee,
were its pole flying brothers.

Don't see these flags much longer.
Some people were yelling loudly.
We should no longer be seeing they say,
a rebel flag that is flying proudly.

It represented the Confederate.
It was a southern unifier.
Then things got all twisted up.
It became a country wide divider.

You must be from the south to get it.
You must be from the south to understand.
Don't focus on the present,
but where the downfall really began.

Nascar had it in their ads.
Slick Willy honoring it was heard.
It flew proudly then.
And no one said a word.

Bo Duke had it on his roof.
Removing it would have been absurd.
Was the battle flag of Northern Virginia.
And no one said a word.

The flag represents evil.
Anyone flying it, a racist.
It recalls venom and hatred.
Is the mantra of today's new leftist.

A quiet morning in Charleston.
He killed them while they prayed.
A more vile human could not exist.
The most basic social contract betrayed.

Would he have done it,
if the flag was not on the wall?
I have no doubt he would've.
It wouldn't have made any difference at all.

The flag still flies on the pole.
I still have the image on my phone.
The State flags were taken down.
Leaving the rebel flag to fly alone.

© 2019 R. S. Morris


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Added on February 10, 2019
Last Updated on February 14, 2019