By Crystal Arbogast

My eyes look up
To the flag
Trembling in the wind
And I wonder
If It weeps
For the misguided
And the ignorant
For the poor
And the dying
For the dreams
Which are shattered
By the machine
Which prospers
Under the guise of
"For the People"
And,
"By the People"
Yet,
As I look upon
This aged symbol
I smile
Because it knows
The machine can break