Red Flag
I welcome the pain
things are not as they seem
the real line lies ahead
the original outdates the host
the burial seemed quick flawed
to honor me now s a gift I will flee
the stage has been set an the horizon beckons
the ships waits for no one
and I a that no one
so wait for me a day
and I will raise the red flag
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2009
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