21. Half-Staff
Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
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The light shaded my home
in the eeriest of yellow,
as if sunset, forced too early,
cried and bellowed.
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It's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
When I just even glance at the American Flag, I feel a surge of pride.
The stripes and stars gleam in the morning as we put it up to rise outside.
I think of the people long ago fighting for our rights.
Who could have foretold the horror
At Sandy Hook that day
When precious lives were taken?
Their futures were stolen right away.
Empty net being taken away,
hauled in upon the boat in the bay,
no fish left in the waters they say.
Beautiful day.