Our Flag Poem by Burt Poole

Some say it’s just a symbol and deserves no special care

They trample and they burn it; spit upon it on a dare

They call their actions freedom as they desecrate our flag

Then they proudly flash the “V” sign; they have shown their right to brag!

What contempt and insolence to treat, with such disdain

This emblem of our Nation, bought with heroes blood and pain

As we pray, “God Bless America”, let us always do our part

To keep old glory flying high with a hand upon our heart