Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The rockets glare, and Old Glory sleeps
against the shadowed sky.

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Though mobs might spit upon my shadow
or shower me with stones,
I will carry this flag
with a star for every sin and prayer.

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Like an infidel from the New World
I come bearing blood,
hope, and tears.

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If I should die among the date palms,
burn my body with the Stars and Stripes;
let there be glory in a folded flag.