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 © | Year Posted 2013

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Mulla Avatar
March 14, 2013 at 5:05 AM
I like the way you paint the picture with words its a deep poem.
Keir Avatar
March 6, 2013 at 2:21 PM
loving the imagery, but i would disagree with the subject; patriotism is not important, and often is detrimental to society. could also do with a rhyme scheme as it is technically blank verse?
Keir Avatar
March 6, 2013 at 1:57 PM
loving the imagery, but i would disagree with the subject; patriotism is not important, and often is detrimental to society. could also do with a rhyme scheme as it is technically blank verse?
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