2011 - Day 208

We wave our flags
And cheer them on
For Victory
Now and beyond.
The battle cries
The fatal shrieks
The vultures fly
And fill their beaks.
What we can see
Not the whole story,
The big picture
More dark and gory.
A game to us
Not real life
So far away
We're cold as ice.
Yet still we cheer
And wave our flags
And roll our dice
Riches to rags.