Is it just a piece of cloth ?
without meaning to stay aloft
Like a book without a story
filled with empty words
Can it stand by its own?
without a land to rest
No firm hand to lean on
and heart to become a strength
A flag is something we cannot eat
nor it can pay our debts
But is it just a symbol?
of the freedom we now possess
It is the shadow of great men
and their heroic dreams
A reminder of the past
of courage and sacrifice
It has witnessed victory
and the agonies of defeat
In advance and in retreat
patriots knew not their fate
The land they dearly loved
is now sheltered with a flag
A cloth stained by blood
for the sake of our youth
Shall we then find the grace?
and stand erect today
Shall we open up our palms?
then put upon our chest?
And pledge with certainty
to honor a piece of cloth
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