I have no respect for flags.
If I, Dear one, put my arm around you and told you that I love to see you, to have you visit me, and that when you go away, that I miss you… then how does that make you feel?
And then, should I walk up to a flag pole and salute the flag waving in the breeze at it’s top… does that flag feel my appreciation?
It is just a rag with a print on it.
Do I, dearest, worry if someone tears that flag down and burns it in the street for any reason?
Of course not.
But if someone were to lay a hand on you, then that’s when I’d have something to say.
Yes the Country is important to me, but only because you live in it, The flag represents the Country… but it is not the Country.