I see a black flag bleeding, pounding and hurting from the blood of millions, seeking to quench the thirst of liberation, in the wells of an awaiting revolution
I see a red flag faIling, built out of labour and misconception, raised on the misconception that all are equal, for the benefit one inclusive purpose
I see a brown shirt torn to pieces, shredded, tarnished and overthrown, by the premeditated insurrection, of a new and perfected appearance
I see a bundle of rods falling, falling for the sake of instigated ordinance, ordinance for discipline, ordinance for constitution
I see a golden circle of imposed unity, stars encircled and united, another nation without god, silently starting to decay
I see a star spangled banner, a star spangled banner of fifty burning crosses, posing as the self-proclaimed conductor, of global authority and self-importance
I see an enforced nation of apology, imposing an ongoing genocide, a genocide by which to compensate, the emotional scars of erstwhile injustices
I see a swirling black sun, burning in a sky of fading lights, I see a twirling black sun, burning in a sky of failing stars