The National Fabric
Flags are funny things, really –
Waving from the stands,
Or draping over coffins,
Or the jackets of mod bands.
Flags are flown for diplomats,
And flown when armies fight,
And seized-on by protestors,
Tearing-down to set alight.
They’re simple, you see,
And classic designs.
That’s their key –
As branding with bold, bright lines.
They’re loved and hated equally,
As diagnostic style
By the virtue-waving hypocrites
On both sides of the aisle.
Rhyming Couplets 