Crixius Flags of Dishonor

Destroyed by vengeance!
The roots of a tree can’t drink from different woods,
hailing a new leader for a freedom they don’t deserve.
Disconnected patter to gather and army of liars,
claiming for their freedom with a leader that won’t be.
Hitting randomly, aiming nowhere,
souls lighter than a leaf.
Forgetting hopes, taking wrong choices,
ignoring what will be.
Consumed by vengeance, faking rebellion,
looking for gods they don’t know.
Indulging in war games, raping this land,
what do they seek for?
Dishonoring a flag that could have been,
freedom of choice, weakness in will.
Breeding the hate, a cancer in wolf’s head:
the snake is fighting in the sunlight.
How many more dying men will walk this path again?
When this fake leader will throw away his mask?
The appia vein is taking his venom to Rome’s hear:
they’ll suck it out and die for us.
A collection of insects in a vase of grapes,
and infamous wine no one will swallow.