Okay, we wear them on our backs,
But we weren’t born wrapped in Union Jacks,
Just naked babies, powerful beings,
Wannabe adults, knowing and seeing.
Patriots gather from coast to coast,
Banners flying from every post,
The State wolf smiles and strokes its jaw,
Watching its prey build houses of straw.
Consciousness surges despite these games,
High vibrations dousing the flames,
The choice is ours, it’s easy you’ll find,
Raising our flags or raising our minds.
Wirral In It Together 