Wave the White Flag

Mud sodden, malnourished and fatigued,

Is this how they want us to live?

Rotting like the gums of corpses,

Is this how they want us to die?

We are mere pawns in their game of chess,

To them, we are grains of salt,

We fear for our lives as they sit at large tables,

pushing around knick knacks with long sticks,

They fret about their uniforms,

while we have no say in the scrubs we wear for years,

They shine their shoes,

While we galumph in boots two sizes too big,

We say wave the white flag,

For we cannot endure the wavering white eyes of the dead,

Wave the white flag,

For everyday we live; is worse than a day in hell,

Wave, the white flag.

By Sandy T