Take down your flag. The rain is falling.
The gentle drops that wash away the past
Are falling all around us, falling fast,
Eroding all the paths that led before.
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Take down your flag. The seams are wearing.
The weakened threads of a forgotten age
Have failed to stop time’s turning page.
They let her honor fade and left her torn.
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Take down your flag. The fire is burning.
See its smoke swell, thick and deep.
Beneath its darkness, children sleep,
But men can only weep, and women, mourn.
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Take down your flag. The sun is setting.
Its golden rays can gleam no more.
Fold up your flag. The sun is setting,
Sinking low beyond the western shore.