the white flag

the white flag goes up.
you crawl out
of your trench.
bloodied and weary.
bullets spent.
you drop your sword,
your gun,
your helmet.
you hold up in the fog
of war
your flag.
another word need
not be said,
no treaty to sign.
you haven't given up.
not at all.
it's just time to join
the other side.