Note: I'm actually surprised by the rate I've been writing. So much inspiration. Though this one felt a little strained. As another note on it, the inspiration for this was quite... Interesting.
The righteous tasted mint
And caressed their putrid gold
As every shimmer and twinkle laid,
Their greed upon the forms-
In a flag which they would fold
Upon the caskets of the forsaken
The heroes of our modern world
And laid unto the families' hands,
A fabric of the colors-
Which they praise as they unfurl
A masquerade of the caring
When they only care for hues
Which shine in light so divine,
A question of their morality-
As they stand tall at the pews
This hilarious hypocrisy
Which we all seem to believe
Has brought us to the point,
Where we cannot seem to cleave;
The difference between-
What we give and receive
Is reason really treason
When it comes to what we love;
Is greed always in season,
Like some sort of global glove
The heroes will keep fighting
For forever and a day
Fertilizing foreign soils with,
The blood they have to pay
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