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Mar 2013
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....
Silent Zee
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Silent Zee  CT, U.S.A.
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