Black, almost burnt,
In the distant night
Catching the freezing cold
Listening closely
It terrors
It waves, flapping
Justifying the winds and their force
Telling a story of memory
Disorder and exploitive punches
On the backs of foreign blood
Considering little their empty stomachs
And children born of the earth
Remembers a barren field,
The gorgeous shield
To pride's residual scorn
Deaf and barren field
Where sweat and crying moans
From soldiers roar
The general's men
And the meal they hungered too
Signifying distant histories of land
And men
Condensing them in coupled colors
On to cloth
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