Looking behind the men playing guitar and singing, a wooden symbol of our flag, its stars and stripes reaching out to everyone.
Showing us that freedom and our nation still belong to we American citizens only, feeling a peaceful entity of God above standing with us against evil and corruption.
Knowing that God has this, feeling relieved to know that intuitively somehow, holding this flag in our memories as guitar players continue to play and sing in moments of our country with everyone tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem