It's a Grand Old Flag

Let us raise a flag on Memorial Day,
proud paean to the winds of war.
Though the stench of death may fill the air,
none know just what we’re fighting for.
Standing naked in aggression
and transparent in our need,
we worship graven monuments
claiming honor for misdeed.

The rhetoric of bloodshed
merely mocks the dying breath.
Staking claims for dignity
in senseless, mindless, death.
We raise the flag to trivialize
the slaughtered we ought eulogize.