A Symbol of Freedom

She waves her battered arms

In surrender, crying with blood

Stained tears wondering if she’ll

Ever find peace

Standing on battlefields, watching

Bloodshed, wondering for not. Yet

She stood upright, at times wayward

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom

She watched as wars waged on

Her Native American soil, North

Against South, she had to even

Brave to see brother against brother,

Only to know a Fathers hurt and a

Mother’s tears

Bombs fall from the air, she stood

And stared but she never fell away

Torn, tattered, she understood,

Symbolically to stand tall

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom

As a young land was being formed,

She was there, star by star, stripe by

Stripe, she witnessed woman’s rights,

Whiteman’s hatred, black man’s burden

But she stood

She waves her battered arms in surrender,

Crying with blood stained tears wondering

If she’ll ever find peace

Some call her Old Glory

Some say she’s a symbol

Of freedom