The Flags Of Group IdentityTwo ships from waring countries
fighting side by side in the open seas.
Hating heathens and terrors alike
the battle roars, what a deathly sight.
But to men fall into the sea
yards away from their enemy.
They wash up on desolate sands
they face each other man to man.
They shout, scream, and wrestle around
but no duty nor honor can be found.
So they draw a truce and peace they make
and work together for their own sake.
They laugh, cry, and comfort together
like birds of a flock, they share the same feather.
They were happy as can be
two men on an island, no enemy.
Until a ship came with a flag raised tall
and in a second, one man falls.
Two men who were friends alone in the sea
with a flag they are enemies.
UpOnDaRoof 36-40, M 1 Response 2 Jul 7, 2012