White Flag
More forcefully than I had expected, I am lead into a war room
it is dim lit and appears neglected, like the interior of a tomb
the aura is like no other around the figures, who so largely loom
their presence consumes, being a free thinker, may be my doom
I would later discover that their stature was not all that was firm
in addition to that I learned, that in their opinions they were stern
confirmed was one of my slight hopes when one of the men spoke
As a foreign strategist, at least one commander knew English
my job being to assist amongst the midst of a massive resistance
but with my conservative mindset, I gave myself some distance
in turn I at first earned a much smaller existence in the decisions
Among me were the nation’s most regarded military minds
I reasonably felt uneasy, armed soldiers guarded the confines
but it would be correct to say that I have respect and aligned...
with the country’s mankind, but apparently I must remind
after off and on stints, with the locals I’ve made my imprints
now under a more serious matter I may have to resell my pitch
when I'm seated, mysterious chatter seems into my area switch
the previous work I had no part in had gone off without a hitch
I was ignorant to think that they had better technology
they grant me an introduction to their tools without apology
being used to computer screens, I was surprised by their map
with no complex machines, there would be no mishap
using replicas of artillery preparing against ploys and traps
reminding me of children playing with toys letting time elapse
with heated arguments over the paramount plan of attack
I’m seated attentively with no support for my hunched back
After a long, arduous debate, No More, is cried from the side
the commander holds a white handkerchief with foolish pride
his message implied, he waits for one of the participants to reply
I am feeling dumbfounded as It’s our only choice, is lowly sighed
after hours of letting ideas collide, I thought we had made strides
with a new fervor, I no longer stayed an observer, not letting this slide
I had been taught to keep surrendering as an option in a winless fight
but as of late I have had a moral adoption, never stress what's not right
so I then took a stand against the man who suggested the white flag
prayed that the sentiment to quit does not extend, and hope it might sag
because when you accept the flag of surrender, you disrespect your own
everything that it stood for, becomes blotted and directly outshone
But when I tried to have them embrace my case for action
I was seen as an insane radical that was only a distraction
Subtraction would serve their purpose to rid me of interaction
The guard at the door silenced my voice, I was now the offender
My life was taken when I cried out...
.......................I'd rather die a thousand deaths than surrender!
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