Burning Flags Poem by Eric Cockrell
Burning Flags
they're burning flags again....
sit down stand up protesting,
cracking heads like eggs,
yolk running down on hallowed ground....
they're burning flags again...
soldier boys coming home
to no work, living in cars,
no help, without a country...
they're burning flags again...
your sister died giving birth.
your brother-in-law cant get work,
making meth in the tub...
crying at night 'neath a picture
of Jesus hanging on the cross....
they're burning flags again...
small town football heroes
in prison cells learning
to live outside the law....
they're burning flags again....
and the words of Jefferson
fall in the empty rooms
where justice and equality lived....
they're burning flags again!
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5/6/2024 4:56:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I think your poem just about covers the squalored living America is becoming home to. I stay awake nights trying to figure out what went wrong, who to blame..and though there are obvious culprits (so obvious- that they're never going down for stealing our kid's futures..what a watermelon that is to have to swallow, eh?) it is hard to understand exactly how we wound up here. Though I would like to stay positive, I don't have a good feeling about the future of the US of A- not a good feeling at all. I urge everyone to prepare as best they can for the unforeseen- once it's here it's too late. Thanks for a poem to try and wake up the sheep people. They've been too long sleeping already..