Flag III (Provocation)

Audio Poem

Red, white, and blue,
Or blue, white, and red,
They line the streets
With silent dread.

Fixed on posts, both high and low,
A passive sign with undertow.
No shouted rage, no open fight
Just warning cloth in morning light.

A banner waved, a neighbour’s sneer,
A signal sent: “you’re not welcome here.”
The voice is hushed, the meaning plain,
Division sewn in each refrain.

The flags increase, the pavements strain,
A coded threat on the roads, they claim.
The song of pride turns sour, austere,
A nation’s mask that hides its fear.

Communities fracture, trust decays,
The quiet scorn, the sideways gaze.
Still up they go, each flag unfurled,
A brittle shield against the world.

Wave the cross in muted spite,
Patriotic blue in creeping night.
Stand apart where the banners spread,
A fractured home, draped in red.


Audio – Flag III (Provocation)


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