Yes, you are a free man.
Keep your faith.
Do what you can.
And each useless new age thought,
see each one as good for nought.
Let the hyenas howl, let them scowl,
let them carry on 'til they're carrion.

Bright white stars so bold
on field of midnight blue,
white stripes flecked with gold,
flag of faith, flag of old,
what have we done to you?

Bars deep red, red like blood on snow,
on flag of red, white, and blue,
furled or flying, we still know
though stumbling on paths as we go,
that bent or broken, we stand with you.