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You say you are the sons of brave fathers
And perhaps you are so
But you are not brave
Hiding your faces from mild winds
Hiding behind the laws you claim are corrupt
Because you are afraid that the consequences of your actions
Will be the same that you seek to inflict on those
Who have already suffered and whose families suffered
Longer than you and yours under the pretense of oppression
Because they fought a battle you want to fight again
And lost and lost badly
But you take up their battered banners and bunting
And let the flap flaccidly in the wind
And they are not all of yours that fail tumescence
However they are blown
They lost
Get over it
Go back where you came from
Aren't they the things you say
To those who would oppose you
But it was yours who lost
Whose bodies ate bullets and were buried
With more dignity than they deserved
Failures generations after failures fled
And they chose their flight
They knew they could not make it on their own where they were
And they fled
And at least the others you would see oppressed again
Had no choice in the matter
But were taken
And wrongly no matter by whom
Rather than fleeing from their homes as you chide others for doing now
No wonder you are afraid
You fear that it will be done to you as you have done to others
As you would happily have done again
Unless you lie with your fourteen words as much as you do with your cries of loving country
While you wave a banner of treason
And claim it is heritage while espousing hate
It is no less my heritage to see your homes burned
Your fields sown with salt that nothing grow in them again
Than for you to fly your little flags on their oh-so-tiny flagpoles
But I do not call for a return to what was
Because I would be happy to let it rest once corrected
Rather than to fight the fight again and again and again
I would be happy for us to be better than we were
Because we were not good
You cannot make a thing again that never was