A flag. a flage. afluge. fly and unfurl your colours son
For it not this tribe, pledge loyal
Then some others
To whom you must pay homage
And they will judge you of your kind that you may run
To depths and peaks of the collective one.
Antagonise the friendly fire
To the highest point where neighbours will cry
And criticise in deepest silent derision
Of the that tribal colour that offends inside
The one that cannot see why
Others affiliate themselves to other friends.
But yet you live next to me. See
Your tribe, thy clan, your pack and sort
Your kin
For it not this tribe, pledge loyal
Then some others
To whom you must pay homage
And they will judge you of your kind that you may run
To depths and peaks of the collective one.
Antagonise the friendly fire
To the highest point where neighbours will cry
And criticise in deepest silent derision
Of the that tribal colour that offends inside
The one that cannot see why
Others affiliate themselves to other friends.
But yet you live next to me. See
Your tribe, thy clan, your pack and sort
Your kin