And in the darkness of the night,

her inner silent voice of might,

she sits alone and bravely stares

and shields away her worldly cares.

For those who malign act out of hate,

and it is her pure love that guards the gate,

and in her quiet musings share,

and lift all others from despair.

For blame shall be cast the right way you see,

and give hope with impunity,

and good shall rise again you see,

and banish their evil for eternity,

for flags that should always stand tall,

a source of pride for one and all.

A Poem by Stephanie