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They wear war paint

Of red, white and blue.

Wave flags

From a bloodied past.

Shout battlecries

That claim false truths.

Spurred on by a man

They idolise.

A man whose only god

Is in the mirror.

 

Emma Mooney

BIO:

Author of A Beautiful Game and Wings to Fly
Please visit my author website at www.emmamooney.co.uk  Or follow me on Twitter @EmmaMooney21
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