The Flag At Half-Mast
They tell you that you have to hate.
That it’s the thing for what you wait.
And if you’re careful you’ll be late.
That your destiny is on this date.
That you’re standing on the edge of fate.
That it’s your only chance to be great
How can they put you in this state.
Are they still proud of what they create.
They say the future can be forecast.
You’re told that glory’s not in the past.
It can be yours if you act fast.
The flag will never be flown half-mast.
They say you’re certain to outlast.
And that the next stone must be cast.
How can they live with what’s broadcast.
To the minds they know will not last.
They say our plans they cannot foil.
That it’s not for the control of oil.
That weapons are hidden beneath the soil.
But you’re the ones who have to toil.
And as your blood begins to boil.
And the spring begins to coil.
And your families are left in turmoil.
And your bodies buried and left to spoil
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