Flag at Half Staff

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.

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