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Feb 12, 2012

0 Our Limp Flag, poem

Our limp flag
the heavens has forsaken it
the four winds has denied it
and even though it tries to flutter, it falls
and even though it cries out, there are no echoes in the calls

It is but a forgotten symbol, it is but an anarchism
it is but, silent sentimentalism
it represents a time where freedoms were free
and liberties were true

What have they degraded to:
they have become regulated, legalistic, luxuries granted to the select few
they have become lugubrious loquacity without works to do
they have become acquiescent compromises and justifications
They have become an artifact that our near future will never know...

Will never know of how strongly the wind once blew...