this flag must go home.

flags are a beauty to look at.
the flags of our fathers and our brothers.
they've soaked it all;
sweat, blood and tears.

it is useless to keep a flag folded;
it should be free.
fluttering in the winds, flying high in the sky.
watching over us.

oh these colours.
i remember them still.
colours that we so proudly donned.
colours we claimed as our own.

'tis a shame to have not let it done so.
now i solemnly swear;
this flag will go home.
and rightly so, to home it shall go.

-note: all the ancients of QOAS please come back for the LOM camp this friday. we'll meet at the cenacle at home. 4pm yeah? hope to see y'all there!