The one who sits when the flag is raised,
may not get what it’s about.
The flag stands for his right to sit,
unharmed … and not thrown out.
So let him ponder all the wrongs,
and seek his panacea.
His mother relieved, he wasn’t conceived,
in a place like North Korea.
(The Random Poet:100116
www.therandompoet.com)
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