Snowstorm Paperweights

I was walking through the town,
And the rain was hammering down.
And the red flags
wouldn't flutter in the grey.
The black and white people
In the tattered-clothes street,
Let blue pearls roll down cheeks
Like snowstorm paperweights.
The loved ones within them,
Had sun in their sails
But the red flags
Wouldn't falter in the grey.
So the black and white types,
With the pearl tears dripped by day and by night,
Draped red flags in the grey,
Smashing snowstorm paperweights.
As they walked through the town,
With the rain hammering down.
Hoping all the way.