Colin F. Jones


Here then doth freedom allow ill treason’s flag,
To flaunt its folds on the nation’s poles,
Where Eagles perch upon a crumpling crag,
Ready yet to save such foolish souls.
Despite the frailties of united lands,
Indeed united only in dull speech,
The urgent lessons of the wise disbands,
The common stupor of the public leach,
To stand in armour poised and set for war,
To do alone what others fear to try,
For fragile is their tardiness at law,
Where some do stand up proud and some do lie.
America will strike and God will bless them true,
For He will know ‘tis right, what ere they do.