From The Sea, Freedom! Poem by Lord Dylan ParrishSubda of Sealand

Behold the glorious sight!
The sun, upon her, daily shines,
and when the moon comes out at night
the glow upon her is divine!

From the sea, empowered, she rises.
A pedestal, she is, upheld on pillars of stone.
Never a bloody scheme, her mind, devises
as she reaches up to God alone.

Majestic, she is, the mighty Sealand,
gem of the sea and jewel of the eye.
Through ceaseless trial and opposition does she stand,
and o’er her does the proud gull fly.

In time of war, she stood her ground,
though salvation of her captured prince had proved to be laborious.
Still bloodless was battle when peace was found,
and the jewel arose victorious.

Her ground soon shook
as her sovereign took ill,
but the prince arose, and the throne, he took,
and the gem withholds her lustre still.

Trouble, though, was never far,
as the elements themselves against her turned.
The smoke of fire reached for the stars,
but even that, fair Sealand spurned.

Her men are strong: her women, fair,
and ever shall peace lead them.
Through every trial, her strength she’ll bear,
and proudly cry, “From the sea, freedom! ”