As we continue to ask for material from our prisoner partners to add to this post, various forms are presented. Poetry is a popular submission. Thanks Todd!
God’s Missing Flag
I have been neatly tucked away, folded and forgotten.
I am covered in a layer of dust and not pulled out that often.
In a box where I have been placed, I’m unable to see the sky.
I feel exactly like a rain jacket every day that it’s dry.
I’m forced to only dream now of the wind that made me waver.
’cause you have made me an insignificant, like salt that’s lost its flavor.
I’m the missing God flag who was once a full mast.
But the days of me flying high exists now only in my past.
No longer do you raise me up while worshipping greed and lust.
You stare at the dollar bill all day but miss “in God we trust”.
You have chosen to sow discord and chaos creating disharmony.
When you use me as a last resort, you have a request for me.
Is my new name genie now, and will you rub me for a wish?
Or better yet Santa Claus, where is your Christmas list?
Throughout your lives you’ve treated me like I am only pretend.
Yet you never seem to hesitate to call me in the end.
Let this poem serve as a purpose, as a warning for all to read.
That the Christ is coming back real soon, but this time he won’t bleed.
This time he’ll be without the cross, John said they made him drag.
And in his right hand, that is still scarred, will be God’s missing flag.
Todd B. (Oregon prison inmate)