Author’s Note: Thanks to all our Veterans who stand out among the rest. Thank God for this country, our Flag, and the monuments that let the world know that freedom is not free.
BLIND JUSTICE
Old Glory's flying high
A little frayed around the seams
But it proudly displays the colors
And hopes of the American dream
It doesn't mean much to some
And means nothing at all to others
But the red in my country's flag
Represents the shed blood of my brothers
Just below Old Glory
Fly's a flag of mourning black
Its there to remind us each and every day
Of our brothers that never made it back
Some refuse to acknowledge it
More often it's just ignored
Much like our missing brothers
The captives of a distant war
There's a Wall of glossy granite
That stands in Washington, DC
It reflects men's courage every day
People still fail to see
They know it's a shrine of remembrance
And marvel at the polished stone
But are blind to the brothers weeping
For friends who never made it home
There are none so totally blind
As those who will not see
That some wounds will never heal
And blood still flows for liberty
Thank God for our flag and brothers
And for America's monuments and shrines
For without them the cost of freedom remains
Out of sight and out of mind