It hurts to get burned and torn and spit upon me
By those people that I am there to set free
But I am still here
I have through every war
With the Army, Air Force, Navy, Coast Guard and the Corps
But I am still here
Even though I might be worn
Dirty, and torn
But I am still here
I have been cut-up or even torn to cover the wounds of our men as they bleed
And even used to cover them on their way to their final resting their bed
But I am still here
As the heroes that fought alongside me in the past
I show respect to them by being flown at Half Mast
But I am still here
It hurts me to see why people salute me as I fly
It makes me feel proud, but I still want to cry
But I am still here
Only if people can see what I have through over the last 200 plus years
Then and only then they will understand my tears
But I am still here
By Frank Pulver
Dec 10,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem