Flags

Obscene
Fluttering flags,
Overhung,
Time-worn
Glowing rags
The Reaper wears
On his scythe.

Death for death,
Blood for blood,
Top of the game,
Wisdom slain,
At a worse time
Halted.

Wait ! Hold on
Another second...
No, you don't ! Hurry up !
Let's get out of here
Before our survival
Catches wind.

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