Covered by Flags…

Don’t wave your flag in my face,
this vile rag a symbol of our creed.
Remove first the oil stains of disgrace,
causing these young soldiers to bleed.

They lie dead, silent under a coloured cloth,
bringing forth dignity from within a lie.
Material gains hidden by frequent wash,
why do the architects of war never die.

We drape our lions within lamb’s wool,
lay them in temples of highest hypocrisy.
Where we worship an unseen alien like fool,
damning all peaceful thoughts as heresy.

Living in an age of educated communication,
you can’t hide your untruths under the flag.
I watch the reaction of your power’s frustration,
trying to use archaic laws our honesty to gag.

Go from these battlefields, your falsehood created,
let us give these brave soldiers a new cradle.
Carry them clear of death’s glut now quietly abated,
to place them at peace, no flags flying or traded.

Stained through to many centuries..