Weekend Wordsmith has a picture of what i believe the flags of the countries of the world.
I stood outside the United Nations building one day. It was a beautiful sight to see. All the flags waved gently in the spring breeze.
No flag blew more than any other. Each seemed the same strength.
No one flag tried to overpower any other.
Each flag seemed content with the amount of space it was given on the avenue.
As I stood there I noticed a young person watching the flags move wispily in the gentle gust of wind.
I asked,"Which one of these beautiful flags is from your country?"
The answer was so long in coming that I wondered if there was going to be one. When the reply came it was with a sad voice, "I don't know anymore. I loved my country. I use the past tense because I am ashamed of it now." "I don't think I can tell anyone which flag is mine. I am troubled by all that it has done."
With that the person walked away. I still don't know which flag was theirs. It probably doesn't matter.