The flag only knows

They are both on the field as they run; they hear the distant shots of the gun
They turn to each other both from different places; yet confused, scared, with the same look on their faces
The other line approaches with speed quite concise; long, brown, barrels point their aim very precise
Both friends still worlds apart; are finally joined together by the beating of their heart
Blood pours out as the flowers in {late} spring; pity for their families, as presents they will not bring
The common man will not see past the skin; regardless how many die, as long as they are given a win
The flag flies even thought the air is still; because for one mans country, his life taken, yet no reward to fulfill
Death is the only commonality they share; as forgotten memories lie tranquil everywhere
His skin black all others white; It’s the job of no man, woman, or child to fight
American he lived, American he died; His death brought Nations together, when all others merely tried.