Anthem

<p>Take all of your masts For the world as we know Is as dark as the night Of the black-hearted bleeding</p><p>You can cut them in half For no flag should be flown At the loftiest height While so many are weeping</p><p>If we laid down our guns Loss of freedom for love Could a garden still grow In the singe-cornered Sun?</p><p>Oh, say, did the newscaster finally pray For a land truly free Or some truth to convey</p>