White Flag
White flag is the biggest worry
Of combat-ready soldiers already in a moving lorry:
Of communities with vampires thirst for blood
Wishing to with the dead cemeteries flood...
Of militants who denied the chance for murder
For themselves feel mortally sorry
And dreadfully out of order
The restraining factor, a thing to pillory.
White flag - the greatest dislike of angered cattle,
Who disapprove of a truce midway a heated battle...
Of terrible incendiaries and the worst guns
That love to ignite that which burns...
White flag is the most innocent job of tailors
Nurturing dreams more ennobling than dollars
Sibling of elderly Olive Branch
That enables the attacked in the morning to eat a peaceful lunch.
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