O flag, flying at half staff
Stand tall, proud.
Men die, and people perish.
Let not your citizens peril.
Fly, raise up on your pole.
Men have been
Since the beginning of time
Murderers. Do you not know?
Why do you sag at every child’s ill fate?
Why do you stoop at every crowd maligned?
Know this, Star Spangled Banner
When you stoop twenty days of each month
The people stoop with you.
B. K. Neifert 