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MV Blake
Poems
Mar 2015
Garden Parade
Fluttering weakly in the breeze
Left in the wake of the train's passing,
George's proud flag hung limp
From the pole,
Weathered and worn,
Like a tired old soul.
It's procurement no doubt,
was a misplaced, ill-thought out
statement of pride,
A belligerent shout
At the fresh-off-the-boat,
Here for the so-called ride.
The flag was once clear,
But Britannia's grey skies had
Poured down their drink,
Washing the colours,
Calming the passion,
From red into pink.
The train swept past,
It's multicultural seats
Brimming in rainbow hues,
As the punters sped
To the proud parade
Of the minority few.
They saluted the flag,
Laughter from lipstick,
Teasing it's impotence,
As the hated flag
Unexpectedly praised
Their innocence.
The train traveled on,
Past gardens like embassy roofs,
Displaying flags in retort;
Their bright bold colours
From every shore
Joined in support.
No tears for poor George,
Confused in his ways,
Run up a flagpole to fall and decay.
So sad to see, thought Union Jack,
As he flew with his friends
And waved at the track.
#poem
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#britain
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MV Blake
UK
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