And as for me

Out of the sodden earth
a mystic truth arises,
out of the frozen tombs it flies
to salt the morning air,
for there is nothing fair in mindless axioms
or second-handed loyalties
compressed within cliche.

What parentland became
a favored childof God?
What ravaged forest
may invite the honor to become
its sanctuary? No, I shall not
profane my heart with some vain
gesture of obeisance
to a bloodied flag. It beats
within the ground
where those true patriots
who only gave of life, not took it,
lie with honor.

I pledge forever, my allegiance
to the spicy breath of day
from which we came--
the spirit breath of all that is,
and all that we may ever be--
the soil caressed beneath the rain,
the passion of the dead
beneath our feet
who feed the day with love,
that we may not forget,
may not forget.
~

Molly is angry

and it's about time! We need some anger these days:
http://progressive.org/mag_ivins0306