Sacrifices

[Heartafire]

The flagstaff is no longer
visible from my door.
I have left my cul-de-sac
and the high-flying banner
of black and gold that hangs
in remembrance of the dead
and missing in action.

I only imagine the
The sorrow of those
who will not lay eyes
on their young soldier
wasted in futile wars of old men.

In compensation
A small flag lies at the feet
of the fallen.

“We cherish too, the Poppy red
that grows on fields where valor led,
it seems to signal to the skies
that blood of heroes never dies.”
Moina Michaels

[billy]

feels very personal and if it is or isn't, in the context of the content works very well.
i like it.

[Heartafire]

Billy, thank you for commenting, very much appreciated. This poem is in tribute to those who have made the ultimate sacrifice, regardless of our personal feelings on any particular conflict and inspired by Independence Day in the USA.
Thank so much!
Heart