In Northern streets they fly their flags,
They stand prouder than a stag.
Colours so true,
Red, white and blue,
Though tensions do so brew.
Fly your 'para' flag, it won't offend,
They'll fly theirs till the end!
Or you'll build a pyre,
Fly a flag from its spire!
And wonder why it's so dire.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoetryHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
