Comrade
You're wounded yet you stand
oblivious of the blood gushing forth
taking every ounce of your strength
but still you fight.
They wonder my friend,
why you chose to live with
red flags rather than white.
Show them your hands
that cracked from tilling
the earth.
Reveal to them the sufferings
and pains you endure
on the hands of your
adversaries.
point to them the ground
where they kicked you,
where they have
trampled upon every inch
of your dignity.
Now, maybe they'll understand
why you chose to carry
that red flag.
Copyright © Debbie Balonon | Year Posted 2011
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