It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. Maybe it's the 5,000 flags put out for this Veteran's Day. All those American flags which have come to represent everything i hate about this country i love. It's flown behind all those candidates that lie, it's worn on the lapel of all those politicians that don't represent me or anyone i know, it's stuck on the rear window of all those gigantic vehicles denying climate change. i want my country back... or did we ever really have any control to begin with?
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. Maybe it's the flags worn by gangs, their colors, their symbols. One gang at the school in which i teach is threatening a school shooting by Thanksgiving. Will the administration do anything to protect us? Will the police, who time and time again fail to pre-empt anything no matter how many warning signs are shown, protect us?
Should i call in sick for the next two weeks? Have i let everyone know how much they mean to me?
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. The green, the white, the orange of the Irish Flag. That magic little island on which i left a part of my heart. How i wish i were there right now, if only for one day. That is the special place i think about when all that's around me seems like madness.
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. The last flag i contemplate is the blue flag with the image of the Earth on it, adopted by the environmental movement some time before i was even born. All this energy i dedicate to trying to educate and save the life on this planet. How many more wars will be fought? How many of those soldiers will make it back to be veterans? How many more innocent students will be shot at schools? How many more politicians will be elected that don't care about me? What am i trying to save? Do any of us deserve to have flags?
Will i ever make it back to Ireland?
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. Maybe it's the flags worn by gangs, their colors, their symbols. One gang at the school in which i teach is threatening a school shooting by Thanksgiving. Will the administration do anything to protect us? Will the police, who time and time again fail to pre-empt anything no matter how many warning signs are shown, protect us?
Should i call in sick for the next two weeks? Have i let everyone know how much they mean to me?
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. The green, the white, the orange of the Irish Flag. That magic little island on which i left a part of my heart. How i wish i were there right now, if only for one day. That is the special place i think about when all that's around me seems like madness.
It's 11/11 and i can't help but think about flags. The last flag i contemplate is the blue flag with the image of the Earth on it, adopted by the environmental movement some time before i was even born. All this energy i dedicate to trying to educate and save the life on this planet. How many more wars will be fought? How many of those soldiers will make it back to be veterans? How many more innocent students will be shot at schools? How many more politicians will be elected that don't care about me? What am i trying to save? Do any of us deserve to have flags?
Will i ever make it back to Ireland?
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