so the green flag slaps
against the grey of the sky
the ropes of red pearls spot
the pavement, each larger than
the next,
thick-stranded tears
but still, wrap the green flag
round me boys.....to die were
far more sweet
than to live without liberty,
the blood of life, the cup supped
eagerly in spite of the
hands of despots striking at
your throat
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