Today our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
Shopping just as we've all done
many countless times,
celebrating time off work,
a feeling so sublime.
But something else was lurking there...
an evil so obscene,
a stranger armed with magazines
that stopped their lives mid-stream.
I fear that we will never see
the tears of grieving dried,
nor over our bucolic land
our flag raised high in pride.
The Recent Shootings And Our Flag At Half-staff
Half-Staff
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2019 with permission of the Author.
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