The Flying Flag: On September 11 Poem by Eric Paul Shaffer
The Flying Flag: On September 11
Call them mad, call them evil,
they are men with ideas
like the ones we celebrate
on the proper occasions: God,
freedom, forgiveness, justice.
But none of us love one long.
Witness now: we turn again,
arms above our hearts,
to pledge allegiance to vengeance.
Eyes raised to blue, we look
without learning the first lesson
of sky, stars, and stripes:
The flying flag follows the wind.
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