You would think that flags were holy,
Sacred relics,
How they are so worshipped,
Visible at all the rallies,
Leading all the armies,
Do people not realise,
They are simple crass fabric?

Flags are living things they say,
Flying around on the wind,
They squawk things like,
“You win!”,
“Here be friends!”,
“Leave me be!”,
“Here be dragons!”,

All manner of divine symbols,
Pennants of myriad beliefs,
Flags of nations past and present,
Ensigns of every shade,
Some are benign,
Others are oppressive gods,
Worshipped by churlish bigots,

Flags perform for all who gaze,
People elate at their wistful dances,
They are both cherubs and incubi,
Performing in every hurricane,
But alas,
I tell lies of course,
They are simply soulless fabric.

Comments
  1. Ben Kohns says:

    Love this. Will share and link.

  2. AditiMagotra says:

    It’s strange how we as humans have made so many mental boundaries and what’s even more stranger is the fact that we execute these mental boundaries in forms of objects which segregate us from each other. It maybe for the plight of a group or it maybe for a cause or it maybe for a show of pomp of the oppressor, whatever be, we have made everything so complicated!

    I liked your poem. Thanks for sharing!

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