• We raise our flag,
    stomp our feet,
    scream and yell,
    for once we did weep,
    we gave up,
    but no longer more,
    though our arms may be sore,
    we are here to settle the final score.

    Let our children hear this roar,
    for,
    through our blood,
    we sing our only wish,
    Please,
    the screams of many fill the air,
    until no one is left there,
    holding a sign.

    Yet our true sign,
    is the blood spilled on the ground,
    for those all around,
    to see.