The American Flag, though left unfurled, strains against its own pole, curled taut, obscured, unrecognizably meek, blown off course by the very wind it seeks. Wrapped so tight around a pole which promised to let it fly, whole and unhindered, as a sign to all, but has worked against it in this squall. The very freedom it believed to gain has shown only to be false and vain.
A very particular metaphor that came to mind the other day, as I saw our nation's flag struggling to flutter after being wrapped around its own pole from the wind and rain.Β Β It was near pathetic, and brought to mind many allegories and such....