Thirteen white 5 pointed stars,
A blue criss-cross in the middle outlined in white,
Over a blood red background,
The mighty flag they fly,
Brothers in arms forever,
As thick as blood,
Sometimes thicker,
United as one under a common banner,
But uncommon as unique individuals,
They make up this band of brothers,
Soldiers of a different kind,
They ride as one,
For a cause they believe,
Dressed in black,
They wear with pride,
A proud patch on their backs,
Portrayed as villains by the media,
Scrutinised by the authorities,
You tell me who the vigilantes' are,
They are 1% of the population,
Not dictated to,
They live by their own rules,
These men in civvies you couldn't tell,
They belong to a brotherhood,
Proud REBELS they are,
RFFR.
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