It flutters with free winds. It speaks with skies high. The symbol of our freedom, a flag, itself bound in ropes. At mercy of the ruler, unfurled. Then folded when need be. How strange it is that with but a flag, in wars, the fates of nations are seen!
Are we still enslaved?
FLAG
Symbol of freedom
Bound with rope
Unfurling me
Takes more than hope
I am a flag
And tall I stand.
How tall I stand!
How tall I stand?
-Mx
This is a splendid write I love clever brevity!
ReplyDeleteThankyou Bekkie :):)
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