Old Glory Poem by Jennifer Hartzell

Their blood covers the sands
by his red stained hands
The order was barked
and their fate marked.

He sits high above
the puppets with their labor of love.
his fallen covered in Old Glory
their life is not his story.

Marching on threw the pain
which the homeland has no gain
The mother holds her son of war
while her painful screams he ignores.

The life that was deprived
of the few who did not survive
was left to a flag
to him just another dog tag.

Just another face
that he does replace
when they have fallen to their knee's
and they can see

Their true loves face
and feel her last embrace.
The warmth of her soul
is enough to console
his last breath
but not her hearts death.