Cymru calls home
It’s absent Apostles
For the last spirit
Is dying alone.
The messenger bird
Fly’s over continents
Crying out the message
In many languages.
David returns home
To plant the last flower
In the soil, that is dry and weak.
The patriots flock homeward
For the flag has been taken
Down and replaced by foreign colours.
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