This is still the land of the free and the brave

No matter how many among us are knaves

A land with its allegiance made to freedom

Where the people rule, not a kingdom

Where we salute the Old Glory as our flag

Quite aware of its symbolism and that it’s not a rag

Bended knees belong in  service or in prayer

Not in disgraceful gestures that insult many here

Many such as I who signed my name to that dotted line

Pledging my life to protect both thine, ours and mine

You ask me to give and give and yes I gladly still do

But might you not honor what has been done for all of you?

My family and I have given, some a little but some gave all

When you besmirch our republic do you take even a moment to recall?