Just a Piece of Cloth

    I'm only a piece of cloth, with dyes of Red, White and Blue.  Also on me are stripes and stars.

    When I'm seen... I stir up mixed feelings!  Some people... with hate and anger.  I might be treated by being spit on... walked on... and even burned.  I'm even stomped on and stared at!!.

    But, when others see me.  They stand up... salute me... or cover thier hearts.  I'm carried in parades and into battles.  Also, I'm raised in places of honor and have a day that honors me.  (June 14)

    I'm a symbol of this great nation, so I've been... shot at... scorched and blown up...  And yes, even bled on.

    I may be just a piece of cloth to some, but to others...  I symbolize the hard fight for freedom in America.

    So, when I'm abused... think of all the places I've been and what I stand for... Your Freedom!!!

    When you see me remember to place your right hand over your heart... not for me, but for the greatest nation in the world.