Black Flag

The black flag on the gate of some houses still stands firm
A reminder of the struggle
A reminder of the fight for justice
A reminder of the deaths.

These flags lie motionless every so often
Like most of us who thought would bring some change
Yet sometimes they come alive
Surrendering to the wind's direction
I guess we are a lot like these flags
Swaying to the will of the higher power

I look at the black flag standing tall on top of my neighbour's house
Last November it was black and proud of its being
Now it's a little less darker and probably ashamed of its existence
I wonder if people's dream and commitment has faded like these flags too

These flags of different sizes on different poles
A tribute to the departed souls Hoisted to remind us of the struggle
To remind us of the fight for Justice
These flags, they are now nothing
But a reminder of the job undone
The incomplete task at hand
WIll we change the old flag for a new one?