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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Standing tall...

I am happy again today
All of you have come to see me again
To stand below me
To salute at your pride

But

Just twice a year
That’s it?

Why did you paint me last week?
Because I had those grease marks from your garage
Because it would not look appropriate
Holding your pride

He is kept
Well folded
Dry cleaned
Well packed

What about me?
Don’t I stand tall to hold it?
Don’t I deserve the salute too?

I don’t bend
I don’t run away from the sun

I know how to
Stand Tall
Stand with pride
To hold someone who matters more than you
than me

I am not complaining
I intend to remind

If it were not for me
Your pride would have not fluttered in the wind
It would just been used to cover
some of your kind who were once upon a time, brave.

Don’t cover the dead
SimplyCelebrate us!

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