When the flag is half-staff
Barely anyone notices anymore
When I was younger,
And the flag was half-staff,
I always used to notice
It used to be a big thing
When the Stars and Stripes weren't flying brightly
On top of the flag pole
Rather, it was in the middle
Barely catching the breeze
Now, when I see the flag half-staff
It seems that is constantly that way
Always in the middle
Barely fluttering in the wind
When I see the flag half-staff today
I wonder which tragedy it is for
The one yesterday, the one today,
Or the one the week before
When the flag is half-staff
Barely anyone notices anymore
Hope you guys like this one! It's kind of depressing but true. As always please vote and/or comment! :)
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