Latter Day Sinner

The flags rise
And nations go to war
Such arrogance
Pride in a rag
Humility know no nation

The sabers rattle
Followed by warcrys
But below that noise
Others are crying too
The dead all know the same grave

The crests fall
Codes of arms march on
Swords are drawn
Bullets fly
The colors kill

So people die
And their nations with them
They could have spoken
But instead they shouted
For the sake of a rag

We must all tread softly