Plastic Flag Band

Parking lot plastic flags
Strung up upon the sky
Slapping against one another
As the January wind crashes by

Tiny colored
Plastic drummers
Struggling to trade
Their pounding whipping melody
For the pride of the brigade

"Hurry forth young sons."
A cry above the crowd
Drumming out their fight for freedom
And calling steps outloud

"Hurry forth young sons,
Avoid the wind's command."
"Hurry forth young sons!"
The cry of the plastic flag band