The clouds ahead of me
The journey may not end
It is not my wish
To relish
A salute to the Flag.
Am I a traitor?
Is an expression of freedom a riot?
Sing along with me.
Through and beneath green and white signs of my destination
Paying divine homage to the Banner
From all sides in my direction
It imposes
With psychological coercion
The Patriot spirit
With an act
A decree
Where justice head
Buried in rhetoric
Is forever desecrated.
Am I an ungrateful wretch?
A traitor?
Please, sing along with me.
For dear fatherland
Motherland?
It doesn’t matter
It really doesn’t matter now
That I too, am a traitor
Never by choice, nor by anything
But by the disdain of the impostor
So my brother
My Sister
Speak your mind
Savor freedom
It doesn’t matter
Anymore…
I will raise my voice to ask:
Oh mighty warrior –
Where lies thy assurance?
Of your own free will
That will never die
All that I can see now…
Destruction, destruction and destruction.
FREELY sings.
Your poem is powerful,that you wrote it shows me that you are certainly no traitor to self.Amidst the destruction,flowers grow.
Homage is what I save for the one who will never die.
Your poem is excellent.
Best wishes always
from
kay.