Burn All The Flags Poem by Neil Crawford

Burn all the flags but one,
incinerate the lot,
they keep us all divided,
not questioning the plot,
they fly above the murderer,
the liar and the sot,
burn all the flags but one,
incinerate the lot.

Burn all the flags but one,
they render us all slaves,
they wrap us in their shrouds
as they drag us to our graves,
they serve as gags and blindfolds
while leaders rant and rave,
burn all the flags but one,
they render us all slaves.

Burn all the flags but one,
let that one be your own,
plant it in the places
where the tribal rags were flown,
raise it on the mountain top,
drape it on your home,
burn all the flags but one,
let that one be your own.