Blood Stained Flags of Our Fathers

This patriots soul inside us
Refuses to abide by our sense of fear
All these years all these years
Of secrets, lies, theft of dreams

Our hearts scream out ‘justice”
Only hearing the reply by machine
All these years all these years
Blood stained flags of our fathers

Burning in the gentleman’s ears
Must we follow until we die?
Or choose to live in secret.
What is left to be sacred?

To be revered.
To cherish what is love
To desire having no desire
To burn the leash upon the fire

Blossom and bloom freedoms flowers
love awakening what is true and right
Grow the vines to hold the path
throw the pigs onto their backs.

This patriots soul inside us
Refuses to abide by our sense of fear
All these years all these years
Blood stained flags of our fathers

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