Blood on the Flag - A poem contest entry for Koalakraft

 

I see blood on the flag

Showing the courage to play hardball

Breaking the shackles of slavery

Lessons history never forgets to recall.

War drums played on the tricolour chariot

Pushed the colonial oppressors to retreat

Soldiers who marched behind enemy lines

Louder than the guns resonate their heartbeats.

From the mountains to the far oceans

Where freedom of thoughts is the final opinion,

Every time they dare to trespass on our borders

The only endgame we know is through rebellion.

I see blood on the flag still today

I see hope emerging from all that we lost

And proud as we are as the nation unites

Let the gun salutes and wet eyes remind us the cost.