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

WAR

WAR

Dark skies scream

with cacophony explosions

of terror filled eyes

The smell of flesh

and the sound of cries

fill the gut with fear

Happiness is only a thought

away but imminent destruction

is oh so near

Boys playing chasing each other

with gun pointed fingers only to

realize the bullets do pierce the soul

But the wars we fight, are they for

the better good of humanity or

someone else’s allusion

We carry the banner of freedom

but is the banner of freedom

When we look in the mirror

to see once that was is their

an image anymore