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The flag flies high unfurled by the wind,

held tightly to the pole by the way it is pinned.

Old glory it's been called for over 200 years,

and when it's attacked we all shed our tears



All of us know we are the greatest of nations,

though we come under attack from those with aberrations.

People who resent the life of which we enjoy,

working in hate, with the purpose to destroy.



Destroy our way of life with horror and terror,

little do they know that they do it in error.

These tactics make us stronger and give us resolve,

making us remember and all get involved.



We will not cower and will fight back with might,

cause we've never been known to run from a fight.

So look out if your values are aimed at this purpose,

for you will lose all if you try to usurp us.



You'll be beaten and burned and lose all you've got,

no matter how you connive, sneak, and plot.

We will grow stronger as you fall and die,

because on our side is the man way up high.