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