There are two of these flags within the vicinity of my nightly walks. Someday I hope to work up the courage to ask the owners to share their stories. Because surely, the black flag has a story of its own. Until then, I filled in the blanks with my own conjecture.
and bled for his country.
the desire all should be free.
his all and then some more
cause he thought worth fighting for.
scars are hidden from view
for the eyes of the likes of me and you.
bares a little of his soul
two flags he flies on his flag pole.
is the familiar one we call Old Glory.
is the black flag that reveals his story.
for your greatest sacrifice.
shows you paid the steepest price.
my freedom this very day
fly the flag of the POW/MIA.
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