Today I saw a patriot
standing on the corner of a busy downtown street
waving a flag in the rain
and I thought to myself how beautiful
it would be to see impaled upon that glittering flagpole
all the ugliness of the hatriots who stood
on that same corner waving similar flags
just five years ago.
True patriotism isn't popular.
And something from the heart can't be mass produced.
If you want to do something
that truly matters...
do it alone.
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I really like your poem. It's inspiring and encouraging in a way.
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