Souring high was a flag that flaunts,
With the wind that shouts
the breeze that cares
And the way it sways,
frolic!
Stands by it from day to day,
Through lectures ,speeches and hearts today
As the crowd cheers and respects the chant,
The anthem and the beautiful glare, fall? it shan't
For each rhythm it flaps
Making the visual, admiring as it be
The power it say
And the will it bay,
It's class and stance nevered dismay.
-