Flag

Inspired by the poem of the same title by Logan Preston.

Raised over a city engulfed in flames 

When bullets and bravado declared us free, 

Only in death was our nation reborn; 

Only then could the layman see.

But power-hungry fiends were not foreign alone, 

As corruption began from within; 

When sovereignty passed to the Holy See, 

Those flames were needed again.

But still, this flag stands strong on hope; 

The need to declare all equal and free; 

The need to realise proclamations past, 

To move on, forgive, and succeed.

To believe in a cloth ; green, white, and gold , 

To believe in the strength of its seams, 

Requires knowing that we are what makes the flag proud, 

Requires faith in what we could be.

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August 26, 2016

Author's Note

Logan Preston's poem, Flag, is available here: https://medium.com/poets-unlimited/flag-8291fdfe5ffd