The ground is blasted to pieces
And the land lays tormented.
But see
Our flag stands.
Fallen friends and foes
Lay on fallow ground.
But see
Our flag stands.
Death walks the fields
And creeps along country lanes
While despair seeks his foothold
In the safe places of our cities;
Shame slithers through silent slums
Striking the stillness
And fear regains his feet once again.
But see
Our flag stands
And in standing declares
“not today
Not tomorrow
Not ever
For see,
I stand I THAT AM.”

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