Not if they're white
They won't be waved by us
But in infinate shapes and sizes, they litter the ground in clumps
And when it's dark, and in the night, don't miss the red among them
Take heed, boy - they signal a fight
Come in strong - you've got the light!
Flags are standing - they've all been placed
Since before you were anything, they've stood there and waved
And whether they're noticed or not is of no consequence to them
But for you? You should know - this ground will be trod once more, and again