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All Her Glory (poem)

By C.F. Harrienger Jr.

Proud tho imprisoned
she flickers at me
and how she responds
to Francis Scott Key
the wisp of my whistle
caresses her bars
she bares me no colors
choked my refrain
The anthem completed
her spirit is pleased
and mine re-acquainted
you see, I'm her seed.

We stand at your door
We fought your damn dirty war,
but the next damn war,
won't go like before.
For your sons grow strong.

Tell us how we tell our sons
that we don't know how
we who made the difference then
make no difference now
make no difference now.

—C.F. Harrienger Jr.