Captured by a fence,
carried by the wind.
Helpless yet steadfast.
Strong yet graceful.
Almost billowing like a flag.
Celebrating triumph
amidst a sea of losses and destruction.
A stark reminder of what used to belong.
Of better times where colours were abundant.
And people loved better...
This crimson red...
Now only flails,
hard as it can afford.
Entangled by a lone barb.
Caught firmly in place but
forever fighting the oppressor that holds.