My lady,
Find thy way to grace.
Torches pass o’er hallowed grounds
Fertilized by convictions and blood.
Red
Liberty.
Tyranny’s defeat.
Hope for mankind realized.
The crown was thus expelled from their lands.
White
Sorrowful
New threats from within –
Weakness, blind to man’s nature.
Despotism held at bay by bayonets.
Blue
-SMW-
the Jambalaya Poet 