It’s a Funny Kind of World

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the people that we know
Are the cowards who are fearless,
Or the warriors coming home

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the ones who think they’re strong
Aren’t the ones that fight for freedom
Or the ones who right our wrongs

It’s a funny kind of world
When the fearless have no pluck
And the victory of heroes
Is attributed to luck.

It’s a funny kind of world
Where a veteran is not seen
As deserving of the honor
He should have from those he’s freed

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the people that we know
Either don’t deserve to be here
Or can’t be sure they’ll make it home

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the ones who’ve earned it best
Don’t get the chance to live here
After standing every test

It’s a funny kind of world
Where the red, the white, the blue
Stand for every kind of freedom
But don’t call for a salute

It’s a funny kind of world
When the ones who did the most
Don’t just miss the celebration:
They’re forgotten by the host

I’m done with this funny world
I don’t get it, anyway
I will not forget the reasons
That we have Memorial Day

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This poem is a tribute to the fallen, but also a heartfelt thank you to those who serve to protect us at all times and on all fronts.

~Ari

The Flag Still Flies

This is my official “Independence Day” post.

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The flag still flies, and you can see it

more than any other day

as we remember patriotism

and the price we’ve had to pay.

The flag still flies because of heroes

who have given their last breath

ever since we fought Great Britain

wanting freedom more, life less.

The flag still flies in pride and freedom

in the hands of those whose lives

demonstrate the sort of courage

that brought victories from strife.

The flag still flies despite its losses,

and it waves yet fuller still

every time the price of freedom

means another life is spilt.

The flag still flies for all the veterans

of the wars now yesterday

bringing memories of old wars

and the ends of tyrannies.

The flag remains the sign of freedom

and the symbol for our land;

as we live and die, the flag lives on,

passed down from hand to hand.

The flag still flies, and will forever,

have I anything to say;

the flag still flies, but who will wave it