OUR FLAG WAS STILL THERE

A revolution was on, they would not own us anymore,

A tyrant, a King’s army would soon challenge a nation.

The American people were ready to fight, with cannon balls at night,

For so many nights, a red, smoky glare lit up the war-torn skies.

Their British army tested and taunted, men fell to a bloody end,

Our fathers and uncles, brothers and friends, sacrificed for their land,

We fought back, took down those redcoats, and the dragoons fell to the ground.

Our flag was still there, tattered and torn, but had risen from the fire and smoke,

We have grown to be an American nation, as we are more than two hundred years later.

Keith Garrett