Flags are meaningless to the few
who control the wealth and fate of nations
Power is the source of their global pride;
the blood, sweat and tears of the multitudes
just currency - a means to an end.
Will justice ever rise above iniquity
without a jackboot to their powdered necks?
without a pitchfork in their foyer door?
without a revolting demonstration of our dogged determination?
We'll bear our teeth for now,
and growl in the electronic fog
until one day we'll scare them back into their gilded caves
for fear of their very lives
and peace will
be ours
again
for another short little while.
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