Flag Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Flag

My flag flying on top of a tall pole,
Spoke to me of my allegiance to my nation.
Where other nations were concerned,
Their people felt the same way.

Well, almost all.
I wondered about how much history
Was in that flag.
The generous history of it's mankind.

The flag waved in the wind, it blew,
With it's nation's colors so true.
The general populace adored it.
The feelings were shared.

Yet in many parts of this wide world,
A general discontent seemed present.
Their flag meant little to them.
Their flag didn't fly so bold.