The field of blue has written thus:
Of brotherhood that’s true.
Reminding, watching, binding us
With justice under you.
The blood we share is not our own,
But spilled by those before.
It’s stitched right there where red is sewn,
Price paid by those of lore.
A county born of such brave souls,
White stripes for them, we see.
They formed this land with purest goals,
A place to make men free.
Those fifty stars each find their spot,
They’re equal, side-by-side.
This nation is a melting pot –
Equality brings pride.
Remember when she’s flying free,
Old Glory flutters true.
We’re brothers in humanity;
Each one – both me and you.