Flag, by John Agard

What’s that fluttering in the breeze? It’s just a piece of cloth that brings a nation to its knees.

What’s that unfurling from a pole? It’s just a piece of cloth That makes the guts of men grow bold.

What’s that rising over the tent? It’s just a piece of cloth that dares the coward relent.

What’s that flying across a field? It’s just a piece of cloth that will outlive the blood you bleed.

How can I possess such a cloth? Just ask for a flag my friend. Then blind your conscience to the end.

John Agard