LAST CYCLE © 2008

The colours of your flag, firmly against the chest,

The vivid red, pulsating in every bed.

A heart that burns, a vibrant fire,

Of every child, with emotion, constant and dire.

In the name of all the black lives lost,

In secret despair, their lament echoed.

Each flame, each pain, carries a cry,

Of broken lives, in a troubled destiny.

But even in the darkness, the flag rises proudly,

Bringing with it the strength that remains alive.

And the red, the black, and the nation's shine,

Remain steadfast, despite the affliction.

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