Old Glory
Tattered Edges
the flag hangs limp and lifeless faded stripes, red and white torn in shreds the thread binding them worn out, disintegrated not able to withstand the constant battering by the weather
a breeze softly moves the tattered edges and the clasp clanks sharply rapping against the flagpole
a call to be noticed a call to be cared for a call to be restored “clank, clank, clank”
this torn flag, is a symbol of what America is now and a reminder of what America once was
a country bold and strong far from perfect but held together by common goals a country that today is falling apart at the seams
respect and decency are tattered like the stripes on this flag torn apart by the very people who now hold it high a symbol of their “patriotism” armed with weapons they wave the flag in the faces of charity, decency, and peace
the American flag, a symbol of liberty and justice for all now hangs uncared for and forgotten
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Sydney Duke Richey writes from the heart. Inspired by everyday experiences, her poems, haiku and creative non-fiction come from a slice of her life. Sydney lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband. She has two children and one grandchild. You can follow her on Medium.