trumpets blatting

discordant music describes for us a world
uncertain pained and still incomplete
the flag of its new freedom remains furled

does it matter what insults were hurled
by whom and with what hate replete
discordant music describes for us a world

accepting that like a cat our hope is curled
over in the corner hiding now its feet
the flag of its new freedom remains furled

we wait to see the new banners unfurled
symbols of anger symbols too of heat
discordant music describes for us a world

the wood that once was straight is burled
the knots forbid the planks in true to meet
the flag of its new freedom remains furled

into the mess a new device has whirled
shattering all that once seemed so concrete
discordant music describes for us a world
the flag of its new freedom remains furled