I Am the Flag

Threads of innocence, virtue, and purity so softly woven in my lines of white…
My crimson lines are deeply stained with fervor and zeal to fight for what is right!

    I sail the high seas atop the mast of mighty ships,
receive words of respect from a mass of people’s lips.

I soar proudly o’er places of work or sport,
bravely lead each unit when it leaves fort or port.

I am called a Symbol, A Banner, sometimes just a rag…
The two of first I justly embrace—when called the last, my furls in sorrow sag.

My stripes are vivid, and my stars are salient on distinctive blue!
My ripples in the wind represent all that is just and true.

I rise in glory far above injustice, tyranny, and ignorance.
Amidst the breeze of Freedom, I bravely take my stance.

       I drape the coffin of who go yon with no return.
My ideals, my honor, integrity, shall never asunder burn.

        Tho’ I may be ignited, my virtue I will not yield
to depots and scoundrels who stomp me under heel.

    I will forever majestically wave with dignity, ‘tis fact—not brag.
I will ever live in hearts of free and noble people, for—

    “I AM THE FLAG"