Flag

Her colors may fade
Over the prices paid
She may get ragged and torn
O'er the land she was borne
Whether here or afar
And much like a scar
Her wounds are deep 
In history's ash heap
Trod upon and burned
Her righteousness earned
I don't like to brag
But that's my country's flag
rksmith
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