The Torn Flag
It's hard to know
what it stands for now,
snatched away by some group
who wants it all their way
and another of so called
patriots commandeering the colours
to wrap around their version
of the truth. And yet another
claiming it for their god
who, they say, gave it
to them as a banner
of exceptional favour.
Such banners held aloft
by Rome's invincible legions
rotted on the battlefields
of division. No flag
can survive the lie.
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