Flag Draped

This week, walking by a church in the District that houses a well-known, heavily patronized soup kitchen and homeless person service center, I saw several shopping carts parked outside the entrance, brimful of the owners’ worldly possessions.  Draped over one as a protective covering was a large bedspread or throw, emblazoned with a huge American flag and eagle.  The sight jarred me.  When will the might and wealth behind that flag and symbol be focused on moving that cart of things, and the tempest-tossed person who pushes it up and down D.C.’s hot city streets, into humane, life-supporting permanent housing?

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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