To a fallen comrade

• 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