False Flags and Equivalencies

January Sixth
Twenty, Twenty-One
A date which will live 
Momentarily for some 

The wolves assembled 
In the halls of the temple
Told to fight like hell
(And they did as well) 
Led by their father 
Like sheep to the slaughter

They came from America
White bred and buttered
With privilege and lies
Confederates and militants 
And nazis alike 

Caravanned from Kansas
Bussed from Nebraska
Conspiracy riders 
From both Carolinas
Militants from Michigan 
Americans all
They put on their caps
And heeded the call 

Descended on DC
Continental breakfasts
In their AirB&Bs 
Insurrectionists read 
The most current tweets 
Over coffee and tea
As they readied themselves 
For mutiny

They carried their flags
As a show of passion  
For the very country 
They were now attacking

The same spangled banner
We see carefully draped 
Over fallen heroes 
On soldiers’ graves 
And flown to remember
(always remember)
The attack on our nation 
That dark day in September 
A hallowed symbol 
Of persistent resilience 
Used now as a weapon
For violent resistance 

Oh say can you see 
The insurrectionists fight
As the proud boys all hail
The fact that they’re white 
All dressed to the Ts
In their militant flair 
Playing at war

…And the flag was still there

The flag of our fathers
Thrown at brothers in blue
Whose lives used to matter 
But no longer do

Belligerent screams
False flags and equivalencies 
Absurdities spit
And atrocities committed
For what is “patriot” 
Without a little riot

Now they ask to be pardoned
Forgiven and forgotten
So our country can heal 
From the crimes of the rotten

Members of Congress
Please remain seated 
In the event of insurrection
Check your seats and fasten 
Your own gas mask first 
And let us remind you
The closest exit 
May be behind you

Don’t be deterred
To do what is needed
Come back to work
Help stem the bleeding 

January Sixth
Twenty, Twenty-One
A day not forgotten
(A battle barely won)
So make them remember
And call out hypocrisy
Because the king is dead – 
Long live democracy

Published by StigMama

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