AtLast_[07]

>> Flag <<

Deadly Pirates in the slip. Don't despair the ship.

Defeat is not a hoisted flag Nor exclusion by our enemies Defeat sets in when spirits sag With flagging of our memories. The foe who sails upon our sea Neglects, at cost, our rising tide Our past undrained alive in me, Swelling as we bide.

Toss

Your words into the streets and catch reflective puddles turned To flooded ways where ships entreat to hoist our flag's return.