Old Flags Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Exposed closets full of rotten muffins
Buried ghosts kicking doors of coffins
Old flags trying effortfully,
To fly along the sleeping wind's waves
But caged within their territorial paranoia
With black tears like acid on their filth
Tearing them apart,
Even in storages where they are kept safe
Welcome, to the humble world!

Walls of a world they created are crumbling down
They resort to their name calling games
The same old tactic to instil self hate
But all poisons are turned to medicines
By the hands of black tears

These old flags are burning in their own flames
We hear their screams
Trying to save their greed and divisive methods but,
The heaven smiles down
Opening floodgates to let rain down black tears
To drown alien natures of these old flags
And to appease crying souls of cheated species