Comrade

Written by: Debbie Balonon

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.