These Old StripesA Poem by Brette MedbThese old stripes of mine ragged and torn, Were born under the names of freedom and liberty.
Battle scarred, persecuted at home and abroad I die a little more each day.
Stained with the blood of many a courageous man, Dirtied and ripped from ages of injustice, I wave high in the sky, cover the casket of the great men who've died; Died for freedom, protection and patriotism.
There are those who wish me ill But prevail I shall as I have for many centuries.
Battle worn I'll forever remain with these old stripes of mine. I am Old Glory and NO ONE shall keep me down.
Tear at my stars and stripes, beat me into submission Call the land of the free a farse But remember all those I have blanketed in their time of need.
I AM OLD GLORY, no one shall keep me down For the blood of the few have stained me for the life of the many.
© 2008 Brette MedbFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on May 6, 2008 Last Updated on July 6, 2008 AuthorBrette MedbBOSTONAboutSo many things have changed and I'm just trying to catch my bearings. All I want is to start writing again and not lose myself to all this change. more..Writing
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