Sometimes in my reverie I reminisce and swear
Allegiance to my flag again, as in a classroom prayer,
God bless our flag and country, our home our native land,
With patriotic fervour we loyally made our stand.
The flag, our nation’s banner, unfurls to show our heart,
In waves of breezy sentiment, where principles impart
The morals of our country, the fiber of our race,
The colours show the glory, and the pride that we embrace.
As in those memorable words of Scott, who wrote, “My Native Land,”
Our passion for our ensign should flaunt a strong demand
To show respect and honour for the standard we have hung,
Or should we live as Scott’s “Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung?”
In the service of my country during World War II,
To pass our flag without saluting, one would surely rue
The consequence of such a crime, and be severely damned,
Respecting not those silken threads deserved such reprimand.
Yet, government officials, who show no noble cause,
Nor take a stand and instigate within their caucus, laws
Protecting pride and dignity toward our sovereign flag, instead
Of spitting on John’s “Flanders Fields” wherein there lies the dead.
Lest we forget, our banner led the way to freedom’s door,
Celebrated victories, and draped our dead in wars,
With battle scars it proudly flew, then danced on every street,
Yet we allow it to be used as door mats for our feet.
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