The Blue Anchor Banner
In the heart of our land, where the winds do blow,
There flies a banner, a symbol we know.
The Blue Anchor Banner, with anchors of red,
On a white disk, against a deep blue spread.
Four anchors strong, in a cross they stand,
A testament to our tribe, our folk, our band.
Bound by blood, we march united and free,
In the face of terror, we'll never flee.
The red anchors, symbols of strength and might,
Guide us through darkness, through struggle and plight.
Resilience flows through our veins as a river,
Our spirit is firm, our hearts never quiver.
The white disk, a beacon of purity and light,
Shines brightly, guiding us through the night.
The deep blue background, a vast and endless sea,
Represents our union, our boundless decree.
Our folk, our tribe, our people so bold,
Together we stand, our story to be told.
So here's to our banner, our symbol so grand,
A testament to our tribe, our folk, our land.
With the Blue Anchor Banner, we'll always stand,
Bound by blood, our destiny at hand.
