There is a chill, a feeling of the super-natural
when I hear your anthem being sang by the citizens
of the flag, resplendent in red and white, the colours
of victories past and battle hardened men,
of women, proud, noble and strong, perhaps by design
the strongest of them all, but the ones with rose-like cheekbones
standing to attention when something humorous happens,
the ones for whom the tears fall silently as justice is done.
The first stirrings of your anthem were audible on a Wednesday night