To A Flag Burner --a poem by a WWII Vet

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To A Flag Burner

I am made out of cloth colored red, white and blue;
And I have a story I want to tell you.
I’ve been carried to battle by men brave and proud;
I’ve been carried in parades to be seen by a crowd.
I was carried by men dressed in khaki and blue;
They served and they fought to save the likes of you.
It is sad, but in war men have to die;
And over those graves I will always fly.
I fly over graves of heroes laid to rest;
Who served their country well and they did not protest.
When their country called to take up the arms;
They came from the cities- they came from the farms.
You live in a free country let us not forget;
Give thanks for America……Give thanks to a Vet.
To those who want to burn Me I have this to say….
Just think of the graves that are far, far away.
Some still may want to burn Me it’s sad but it’s true;
Forgive them Lord they know not what they do.
This is the end- the end of my story;
I’m still your flag….also known as Old Glory.
So Honor and Respect Me and serve Me well;
But if you can’t do that then go straight to H*ll!