Love Always Dies, but Hate Is Forever

Love always dies, but Hate is Forever

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