The Red flag lies in tatters upon the battlefeild,
and no longer do the worker's hearts fill with pride.
Armies once marched under it across the land against the iron tyrants,
in the shadow of the dole office and crumbling high rise blocks.
Yet those who promised to lead them to victory took down the flag,
soaked it in the oil of neo-liberalism,
and lit up from it's burning carcass,
banknote cigars,
passed round with those who had communed with the tyrants,
and then running off to the mansions in the hills,
leaving the now scattered army and those it had defended to lie injured in the war-torn streets,
where the sound of rallying cries have been replaced with that of the cries of the wounded and straving children,
whilst the Red Flag lies in tatters upon the battlefeild
Author notes
"we all thought Blair was gonna be the new JFK, but really he just John Major with a better PR team"-Noel Gallagher
A contest entry
- *~-* The Passion of Red *-~* by Dragonsblood.
450 points, ended April 18, 2007, 19 entries
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wow didnt realize by the title how political this piece was gonna be. heartfelt and so angry! I feel remorse for those lying and angry at those leaving gosh so emotional! lol well done all the same. -
very interesting. i like the idea portrayed here. seemes very alive, and oh so red! loved the way that you used the same line at the beggining and the end - that always seems to add so much more power to a poem. awesome write!
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