Mine was ting, still held with pride. A
child wave it high, firmly through the throng,
held it high with pride.
Still today batter the years, dusty, and torn
a seldom vow endures. The pledge honors,
ensure no mortal dishonor this symbol a
nation treasure, and I will talk about it.Till
then I will hold it high with pride.
That is my take for today, in celebration of Jamaica Independence's, and certainly there is hope to live by.
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