Mr Flagman:

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(Poem by Sarah Wingfield)

Mr Flagman, wrapped in red, white and blue,

Shouting, "Freedom!"—but only for you.

Proud to be British, you cry, uncensored and loud,

Yet silence the voices that won't join your crowd.

You claim to protect women, children, the weak,

Until they disagree, until they dare speak.

Then come the assumptions, the rumours, the lies,

A story invented before truth even tries.

You fill in the blanks with narratives made,

Where facts disappear and fiction gets paid.

A joke about flags, a wink and a grin,

While threats hide beneath the humour within.

"Let's find where they live."

"It's only a laugh."

Yet somehow it's always

The vulnerable who feel the aftermath.

"Come join the campaign."

"Stand with the crew."

But all that's required

Is agreeing with you.

The flags aren't for unity,

They're banners of fear,

A warning to anyone

Who doesn't belong here.

Inclusion is welcome—

Until you don't fit.

Then mockery, hatred,

And pile-ons begin.

Strength isn't measured

By shouting in packs.

Nor courage by turning

Opinion to attacks.

Because patriotism isn't bullying.

Community isn't intimidation.

And freedom of speech

Isn't freedom from accountability.

So wave your flag proudly—

But remember this truth:

A nation's real strength

Is how it treats those with less power than you.

Written by Sarah Wingfield Author 

15:00hrs Friday 10th July 2026

About British Patriarchy and Politics in the UK currently - after being targeted by an obsessive male and having over 20 posts of misinformation and abuse shared about me after simply blocking them.

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