Old glory
Full glory
Riding on the wind
While tethered to the flagpole
In front of the boat dealership
Just beneath the “grand old flag”
Another flag flaps aimlessly in
The gusting winds
It is a political flag
Tattered and torn in half
Appearing like two flailing arms
Trying to keep a body afloat
Old glory
Full glory
Riding on the wind
Just beneath a nation
Tattered and torn by wounds
That enslaved
Wounds inflicted regularly
Long before the rise of great civilizations
Supported by words
Reportedly handed down from on high
Reinforced by those who wield power
Control
Conflict
“How could people let this happen?”
Oh, milgram…
Oh, zimbardo…
“When will they ever learn?”
Old glory
Full glory
“Blowing in the wind.”