You Cannot Burn My Flag

Something I wrote watching the news one day

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 this flag you try to burn,
though many you seem to hate?
This 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.

Author's Note

Simple aBcB rhyme with no formal meter

Reviews

[IMOGEAN]

Your poetry does not miss a beat. This could only be written by a true patriot. You are correct! Our flag is more than just stars, stripes and cloth, it is the heart of every American, tried and true. Our hearts will not be extinguished by fire, only strenghthend by it. The ones who try to destroy us, only make us stronger, and our flag flies higher in our spirit. And the spirit has no bounds, it is limitless.

Thank you...

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

[Berserker[Diktator Von ..]

Wow..very good write and read..great job!