The Fallen

wave a white flag

and you are labeled a coward,

protecting what lives we have left

In a war that cannot be won

These soldiers are ants,

a garrison easily replaced and replenished

Against the many, the sacrifice of the few

is accepted

A fate that tarnishes

what our flag stands for,

replacing the red in our stripes

with blood

and calling it paint

Secrets and lies only kept 

until the red turns to rust

A government of men,

how can they serve the people

if they are no longer the people

but the priviledged