Vexillology

I stand beneath the broken banner, ragged at the fringe,

This tattered flag, this battered rag, tortured by the wind,

Though once it rallied countless roaring, warring, whoring hoards,

No longer will it summon them, or their cleaving swords.

 

No longer will it flap and flick and fly upon the breeze,

No longer will the sight of it bring subjects to their knees,

No longer will it cause them to bow down and genuflect,

No longer will it be symbolic of those who protect.

 

For in its name we unleashed the white hot fires of Hell,

And in their incandescence every ragged banner fell,

And every sorry soul huddled round their battle flag,

Had nothing left to show but a ragged, tattered rag.

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jennifer Malden

Thu 14th Mar 2019 14:07

Extremely apt! The roaring, warring, whoring hordes....! Great wriitng
and very evocative- how many battles come to mind.

Jennifer

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Tue 12th Mar 2019 10:24

I do like this poem

"no longer will the sight of it bring subjects to their knees"

It puts me in mind of 'Saint Mary in the Castle' - a Saxon Church built in the grounds of Dover Castle.
It is now a military Church, unchanged since the days of Empire, and it's walls are hung with a proud and faded procession of regimental colours,

"for in it's name we unleashed the white hot fires of hell"

Your poem says so much - it needs to reach out to a wider audience.

We were not the only empire builders - far from it - but 'Glorious Battles', everywhere, should be re-evaluated

Thank you for this poem Ray it is so relevant to so many of the problems caused by Empire.

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Heart of Lead

Mon 11th Mar 2019 18:40

A symbol to rally and a symbol to fear,
To crush or to carry what we hold dear,
We all fight for something in the end,
For country, ideals, a fate to defend

Could be any number of symbols or any number of flags. Something very powerful about it. Beautiful.

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Jason Bayliss

Mon 11th Mar 2019 17:42

When Atom split is thus conveyed.

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Hazel ettridge

Mon 11th Mar 2019 17:13

The veil wears thin and the colours fade ...

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