Flagman
For Zeqir Berisha (1942-2018), on Independence Day.
Upon a corner, in the square,
The Flagman stands alone
holding high the Stars and Stripes
of his adopted home.
The traffic daily rushes by
but most pay him no mind:
a strange man on the corner
while they're running way behind.
But Flagman knows the horrors
of a country plagued by war
and hardship communism brings:
this was his life before.
So, though few really understood,
he stood each day with pride.
And Flagman waved Our Flag until
he laid down and he died.
So, keep your kneeling athletes,
and keep d.c.'s ruling class,
keep hollywood's celebrities,
keep scolding “woke” en-masse,
keep propaganda pressmen,
because this much is clear:
a hundred of those fools ain't worth
just one Flagman Zeqir.
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Flagman, Copyright © 2019 Papa Possum
