The Traitor That's In Me

In villages, towns and cities around the countryside A day of celebrations and nationalistic pride And flag waving and bands playing that goes with such a day And such stuff that leads young warriors to war zones in places far away. In every town and city and village in the Land Today nationalism and patriotism seem to go hand in hand Is it the traitor in me that on such occasions I cast some doubt What I dare not say in public what is it all about? Is it the traitor in me in ways am I that small? I've never waved a National flag of such I can recall I look on such occasions as not such a joyful and peaceful thing Though the vast majority of such a celebration the praises feel proud to sing. The flag waving crowds are cheering as the bands go marching by And to add to the celebrations the sun shines in the sky Though a show of nationalism and patriotism is all I seem to see Yet I dare not reveal in public the traitor that's in me.