A Rebels Poem Poem by Kirstinlouise Oliver

Thirteen white 5 pointed stars,
A blue criss-cross in the middle outlined in white,
Over a blood red background,
The mighty flag they fly,

Brothers in arms forever,
As thick as blood,
Sometimes thicker,

United as one under a common banner,
But uncommon as unique individuals,
They make up this band of brothers,

Soldiers of a different kind,
They ride as one,
For a cause they believe,

Dressed in black,
They wear with pride,
A proud patch on their backs,

Portrayed as villains by the media,
Scrutinised by the authorities,
You tell me who the vigilantes' are,

They are 1% of the population,
Not dictated to,
They live by their own rules,

These men in civvies you couldn't tell,
They belong to a brotherhood,
Proud REBELS they are,

RFFR.