Flag

All that we stand for...
All we hold dear...
All that we treasure...
All that we fear...

The flag represented
What we should say.
Who knew the flag
Would somehow betray?

This barrier chosen
Has taken a heart,
Once ever beating,
And torn it apart.

But who could have known
The flag’s fair intent
Could strike down a sister
The Father had sent?

If there were exceptions,
Then she should have been.
But flags don’t distinguish
From sainthood or sin.

With tears I am certain
No sentence could fit
The curse of this flag
Indiscriminate.

The flag never wavers.
The law never lies.
In anguish we watch
As our family dies.

©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.