shadow flag

till the soil,
pluck the weeds.
in the land of
milk and honey,
nothing's ever
as it seems.

there's a secret,
i know it's hard
to comprehend.
but there's a
shadow flag,
planted in the
garden.

blood stained
sand.
money and greed.
there's a man on
the television,
trying to sell
the american
dream.
one cup
overfilled,
with so many
mouths to feed.

there's a secret,
hiding in the
wind.
quiet as it's
kept...
there's a shadow
flag,
planted in the
garden.