The painted Flag

On the franchise day, the people In the queue endured the Sun to contribute their thumbs on that long sheets.

Alas! It was given to the thumb suckers in exchange of Jacob's pottage.

 With the ignorant of some, calling them the Messiahs of the land 

...but now turn to the pains in the thumbs.

 Oh! What a sudden change, day become night

And the Kakhi Boys spraying bullets from the Black Rod by unknown order.

Not minding the flag holders, the bullet pierced in them. 

Then, where is the conduct of holding the flag? Hope it hasn't lost it honor?

On the flag, the two color we know, but has been painted in thick red waters of the falling Heroes.

When is the victory?

Unless with one Mind, Voice and Selfless Attitude of the Sons and Daughters of the soil.

© De-Crown