I existed, once.
More a symbol
Than factory-made cloth.
A symbol of terrorism
Or faith
Or hope
Was decided for me more often
Than not.
Flags wave with the wind.
I wave with the last breaths of
Thousands
Blood spattered
Where no one looks.
And the young boys in the night
Taking the place of the muezzin
But instead of calling for prayer would call for
Rebellion
And then maybe someone would call for them
But they would be lying in a ditch somewhere
Having existed, once
Too.