My flag was at half-mast today
The port was closed
The tides were gray
My eyes were shot
My tongue was dry
I heard the wail
Of children cry
The roaring almost drowned them out
From the forest fires and
slaughterhouse
Rays of hope had crystallized
Rain to sleet and
Sleet to ice
I saw my flag before it turned
The blue had dyed
The stars had burned
I saw it now; red, black, and white
The emblem of forever night
