The Bleeding Flag
The flag lies on the street
Bleeding in the rain
The men shout
At nothing
About nothing,
Followed by the fools and dreamers
Whilst the sheep graze on trash
The light dims on the street
A dark tide approaches
People know everything about nothing
And nothing about anything
Waken and live
The prophet calls to a deaf mob
Fighting for nothing
Salvation comes from their reinvention
Though only they decide
The flag, downtrodden by the rain
Honour forgotten
Bleeds
Blue
White
Red
The mob thuds wearily on
Marching to ignorance
Copyright © The Red Rain | Year Posted 2013
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