You Cannot Burn My Flag

With Memorial Day coming and all, it just seemed to fit.

You cannot burn my flag,
though often times you try.
You cannot pull it down,
I’m sure you wonder why.

 

My flag you see is not a cloth,
or something made of man.
It has no perch atop a pole,
to wave about like some fan.

 

My flag is life within this land,
a point you do not get.
It’s our soul and will of heart,
not some trifle to beset.

 

You cannot burn my flag,
and make a stupid chide.
To burn a cloth and shout some words,
is screaming at the tide.

 

And why our flag you try to burn,
though many you seem to hate?
Our flag is freedom for the soul,
and freedom to danger you equate.

 

So do your best and play your games,
your moment on the stage.
We look at you for what you are,
just lemmings, in a rage.