The Flag Poem by alan brown

The Flag fluttered in the slight breeze
as the hordes of people passed it by
Unwilling to heed the sacrifice
that was to become of them

Chants filled the air with sounds of hate
as the flag drooped insulted by their cries
Half mast was the promise of the day
as sadness filled the song of the multitude

Death was the order of the day
but undaunted the crowd went on
The wind stopped as sadness overcame
the mood of the throng

The Flag torn and tattered by the crowds demise
hung in disgust of their actions
But still represented the freedom of man
unwittingly