The flags! the flags! O Sweet Baby Jesus, flying high waving in the stiff, afternoon breeze
One flag at every streetlight on either side of main street USA for as far as the eye can see
Small town Americana where the God-fearing citizens cry with bloody tears of patriotism
In barbershops hang large, old, now faded reproductions of Norman Rockwell paintings
Small town Americana where the God-fearing citizens cry with bloody tears of patriotism
In barbershops hang large, old, now faded reproductions of Norman Rockwell paintings
What if these flags were the enormous and terrible teeth of a vast, vicious and monstrous machine?
If just beneath a preciously thin veneer of family, duty, civility and good will hides unadulterated evil?
What if the implacable, hard and cold metal of The Machine threaded itself into the fabric of us all
Only to slough off those so piously applied layers of lie built up now over tens of thousands of years
Sloughing us all off by simply flexing its inhuman strength like a dog shaking fleas off it's back
Serious question:
Would you stop waving your flag altogether or wave your flag even harder and faster then before?
If just beneath a preciously thin veneer of family, duty, civility and good will hides unadulterated evil?
What if the implacable, hard and cold metal of The Machine threaded itself into the fabric of us all
Only to slough off those so piously applied layers of lie built up now over tens of thousands of years
Sloughing us all off by simply flexing its inhuman strength like a dog shaking fleas off it's back
Serious question:
Would you stop waving your flag altogether or wave your flag even harder and faster then before?
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