A mother's mourning of a new January

Drop the flags
Drop the flags!

Cries the man with no hope
But thy deepest pain it  won't cope

Drop the flag of deadly lies
Leave it whilst where everyone dies

The silent look of owl and cat
The idea remains while man's in depth

For the coffin only it'll enfold
The man about himself stories
The flighty truth over the sea
Buried forever hidden untold.

Drop the flag of any color
Of any flimsy shallow dream

The rose is red on sad tears
Of a poor poor mother in huge vent
Lost in muttering mourning fears.

Drop the flag which kills the soul
And as a coffin blanket in the end
Will bring as it feels and as it falls.

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Em memória de Rafael