littleredone

To a fallen comrade

 

they’ll make the speeches

About patriotism

Sound like diseases

 

For the left wing and right wing

For little ones with no wings

 

They’ll be stuttering

About their solemn praises

The lack of schisms

 

By the left wing and right wing

By little ones with no wings

 

They’ll be wondering

With all their headlinings

Vaunting sycophants

 

With the left wing and right wing

With little ones with no wings

 

All of them peopling

About patriotism

Punting asinine

 

Telling insurgent truth tales

From lips of fallen comrades