Tattered, grey and scarlet, I'm unrest and upheaval.
I'm the banner of a righteous cult.
Carried by the brave, I charge the evil
I am a battered city, mid-revolt.
I am a phoenix, born of ash and reliance.
I'm a sign, it's not over yet.
I am screams, desperate cries of defiance.
I smell of gunpowder and sweat.
I swell the hearts of those who embrace me.
I taunt those who refuse.
I am a thorn in the side of those seeking to erase me.
I'm the bomb they'll never defuse.