The White Flag

When the White Flag Has Flown, M. Mair

When the White Flag has Flown, Margaret Mair, original art

Surrender is silent,
Hopeless and fearful,
White as a page
Wiped clean of
That truth seen
Behind the eyes
Of sad survivors
With nothing left but
Their lonely lives,
Hopes brutally killed,
Dreams extinguished,
Worlds radically altered,
Futures a mere calculation
In the boastful victor’s
False accounting.
Day by day,
Year by year,
Decade by decade
Present lived
Turns slowly to
History examined;
The bright, white flag
Of their surrender
Unravels till
Its tatters reveal
Hidden darkness
And we weep for
The tears
They could not shed.

Written by Margaret Mair
Painting, original art by Margaret Mair

4 responses to “The White Flag

  1. Double “wow”, Margaret.

  2. Your art and poetry are deep and poignant, Margaret. I feel the grief of my Ojibwe ancestors as I read these words.

  3. I wish there was not as much truth in these words as there is, Carol, that they did not reach out and touch so many people. And I acknowledge the grief of your ancestors, and hope that more and more will do so.

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