The black shackles of oppression severed
The sail of red, blue, green, and gold raised
It sets about on its virgin voyage
On the sea of dignity and courage
The sailors all brave and creative
The people all proud and reflective
They look up and see thousands of North Stars,
Twinkling with the dream of their fallen sailors

But before the tears were barely dry
The waters of the sea unexpectedly rise
The sailboat is shaken with envy and betrayal
And rocked by the storms of jealousy and evil
Sharks smelling blood start circling
Clearly salivating and clamoring
For what is neither their own nor of their making

The crew had seen this day coming
Had been patient with their planning
They lower the anchor, the anchor of unity
And look back on the lessons from their history
The harpoons come out, as the archers get ready
Shining with confidence and a deep sense of duty
The people look on with shock, sadness - and relief
That they were in hands worthy of their belief
The leadership and the people work diligently together
Proving how deserving they are of each other
Sadly, there are some with little fervor and even less sense
But forget them, ignore them, their sea is not Red, but irrelevance

The sharks will sink to the abysmal depths they came from
Biting one another, as they did to the hand that fed them
It is sad, so sad, our sailors will die again
But it will be for a cause and never in vain

Victory is assured and all secrets, Time shall unveil
The White Dove shall fly and the Truth will prevail
At that point, the anchor will be pulled back
And the dream of the fallen sailors will be on track
The blinding darkness will turn to light
And the sailboat will shine so bright
The compass will always point NORTH
The people and the sailors will go forth
Our belief in the dream will keep on risin
For the sun awaits us beyond the horizon