I wrote this poem when Chris Kyle was shot. Our nation was mourning just one of our hero's |
As I watch our nations flag in the rain, waving in all her glory I see all the tears she sheds in the dead of night. Thinking of all who have fought to preserve our freedom. As she waves proudly, high in the sky. Reminding us what we are, a Nation that treasures our freedom. In which we fight for freedom to keep the enemy at bay. We give our children so others may have those rights. I think of how our nation has changed in the last few years. I see the tears she sheds, hoping it's not all in vain. The cost of life we all have paid so dearly. I see the tears she sheds. May we still have the right to bear our arms to protect those against our enemies. So we may watch her wave so proudly in the sky. We have fought many wars to protect what is right. Where is the justice for all if we are unable to protect those at home? I see the tears she sheds. Her sons and daughters gave of themselves, their lives to protect us from tyranny. It is a sacrifice no one is willing to bear, but one that is necessary against our enemies. She prays it is not in vain, in the dead of night. I see the tears she sheds. Notes: ▼ |