I heard the steady cadence
The drum roll in the street
A thousand tramping soldiers
Tasting of defeat.
The sound of occupation
I thought it could not be,
A flag so full of justice
Would always flutter free.
I had dreamed a thousand dreams
And cast them to the wind
But often had forgotten
Even rods of steel will bend.
Raucous laughter melted
In the wake of dust and steam
Then suddenly awakened
I found it all a dream.
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