The American Flag Poem by Hasan Al Mahmud

In front of White House
Looking at the Flag
Noticing the wind wave
Where it has a drag

What does it lack?
When he is Here
To display the freedom
And America’s fair

The flag is flown by herself
Or air flutters it, in its power?
Does she want to be free
Or feels free with no answer?

As a symbol of independence
It’s controlled with a pipe and rope
How does it look like?
And what does America hope?

Small, white and five-pointed stars
In the same sky in fifty types
But, defeating Them, why they are as
Thirteen-alike-straight-red-stripes?

Not any end of beautification
Here, the perfection lies
To make it significant a lot
It’s reformed for 26 times

Not only for America
It’s a sign of peace
How it flies and offers hope
Rest of the universe, it sees