Our flag, the sign of glory from of old,
As dauntless men, their selfless deeds unfold
From Valley Forge down to the present time,
Have paid that awesome price, in death sublime,
To serve that banner blest by heaven's grace,
A beacon lit for all the human race.
But hold! Don't we behold, in guise of art,
Debased displays of flags that smite the heart,
Inspire a nation's ire, and rouse disgust
In sentinels alert to Glory's trust?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem