Folding the Flag
Amend them errant, wavy ways,
put a cease crease in those idol traditions
Don’t give servile salutes to the droopy god
of billowy doctrines
What price will be paid
for giving homage to carnage superstitions?
Acquiescence of pagan silence ...
wrapped cloth around the pursed mouth
Complicity bandits are making solemn,
stolen moments oaths
in the pulmonary pulse inner sanctum
Sworn statements of allegiance
are wavy by nature
Unstable, irrational reasoning
will sway to and fro with the economic breeze
Bellowing winds are shifting
on the sienna, blood-colored horizon
Nothing is seen amiss tho,
as mercenary valor is uniformly outsourced —
a quiet necessity of paper bought bravery
And the people are told
to go back to a peaceful, covetous sleep
Folding of the hands,
closing of the eyes
Return to a deep REM knee bend,
with prosthetic lungs limping
Green dreams of profit frogs jumping,
pocketbook tea got a war blend
An open casket of lies,
half-mast loyalty be the making of flag demands
Pray to the idol image
that is always pendulum swaying
Folding of the flag,
bury the truth in a pitch black body bag
Purchase a toe tag,
return to sender when the death sales lag
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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