Two Personal Reflections For 2024:
Poem One:
When F your feelings meets former missionary kid: A Short Poem
I don’t want to worship with people
Who value their church with its steeple
Not poor foreign families longing to be free
If I had been poor, that could have been me.
But they paid for my parents, sent missionaries away
To that apparently ungodly country, the UK
Though they worship their flag and their cross at the front
Their young men online may call me a c*nt.
But were I to say f*ck, in response to abuse,
They would say it’s the foreigners, who need Jesus.
(Melody Kay Young)
Poem Two:
An Ode To Our Flag After January 6th
(A Belated Celebration of Flag Day 2024)
They can’t take our flag,
Though they tear it from our Capitol, to drop it to the floor
They can’t take my flag, though they nail it to their door.
They can’t take my flag when they love it somewhat less
Than that rapist’s flag - and those of terrorists.
They can’t take my flag: my grandpa was a vet.
They can’t take my flag: my husband serves as well.
They can’t take my flag, because I know what it’s about.
They can’t take my flag, because it’s not a thing to sell.
They don’t understand just what our freedoms cost,
They don’t really care how many lives are lost.
They may say they love
this flag that flies so free
But we remember well
how they beat cops violently.
They can take my flag when they hang me to their tree.
They won’t have our flag: all it stands for is still free.
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