when I was exploring Twitter for news of Rush Limbaugh's death, I came across this picture that disgusted me tremendously and helped me to write today's poem up now at The New Verse News.
When a pundit stands in front of this flag for a photo op, the flag stops being a symbol. It stops being anything meaningful. It might as well be a household accessory, something you buy to impress neighbors or family members who couldn't give a damn.
A flag like that might as well be a shower curtain, or a throw pillow, or a tablecloth.
You pretend it has value if guests come over, or act mad if a kid spills juice on it, but do you really care?
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