This poem was written in 2001, but it feels quite relevant to our current times.
The Flag
by Nikki Starcat Shields
Making the birch tree hold the flag
Is an artificial construction
This is not an American tree
It is rooted in Earth
Drinking deeply of rain
Weaving patterns in the air
Reaching for the sun’s fiery glow
This tattered bit of cloth
On metal pole
Not more than a thorn
In its side
To be thrown off
In a few short seasons
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