Lovely diction to describe the changes in surrender and the silent remembrance of those who have chosen to fall under the white flag of it. Most importantly, I admire many of the images you invoke through this poem regarding the undermining of the white flag, and how you express that no shame should be felt upon choosing to reside beneath the banner of surrender if it would allow your fallen nation to live on. Well done!
Sometime the white flag is needed.
"toenail to hair
we live...
to a world unfair
I breathe air
and still I dare,"
The above lines I like and understand. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Liked how you go from high to low, pointing out the extremes the distance, between your sentiment. It gave this piece ... length. That third stanza, slapped me across the face, woke me up. It's not about winning, getting we want. It's about the journey. All pain endured, returns to its singularity.