Eric Paul Shaffer


The Flying Flag: On September 11 - Poem by Eric Paul Shaffer

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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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, May 17, 2010


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