White Flag

 

Tired of all the silly bunting

and garish flapping flags a-waving

unfriendily in these wicked winds

where unnecessary wars are 

waged for all their jingoistic

provocating 


I set my stall beneath a string

of fluttering leaves,

A table spread with mother's

bright white table cloth,

reserved for special days

like this


I'll kiss the air to all 

who pass and smile to those

who read my words

and do not overlay my thoughts

with unconscionable hate 

I'll wait


Until the rain begins

then quietly go and pack my things

and bid retreat until 

the flags that fly are clear 

and over-writ with prayers

of peace. 







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