flags

Flags are the emptiness of a dwarfed mind Those who put their hopes in them will burn in the fire of another revolution The pedestals of deities are like a changing day Punctuated by rain streams with the sun's sizzling heat One growls at the other Threatens, spits, complains None makes peace None creates harmony or love song Philosophies run around their own eye sockets They stick together entanglements something resembling monolithic shackled armor They seek neither truth nor meaning nor a cure for the eroding spirit The cages are to kill curiosity's intention And he who knows has a permanent wolf's ticket