Call them mad, call them evil,
they are men with ideas
like the ones we celebrate
on the proper occasions: God,
freedom, forgiveness, justice.

But none of us love one long.

Witness now: we turn again,
arms above our hearts,
to pledge allegiance to vengeance.

Eyes raised to blue, we look
without learning the first lesson
of sky, stars, and stripes:

The flying flag follows the wind.

Eric Paul Shaffer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-flying-flag-on-september-11/