Ring, Cry, Shout! Poem by Lord Dylan ParrishSubda of Sealand

With frailty does she fly, -
yet, O', with such fortitude!
With cynicism does she look upon the earth, -
yet, O', with such devotion!

Ring! -O' Liberty,
our fair, sea-stained lady.
Shine your beacon to the world;
call in the floating souls.

Cry! - O' hell-bound soldiers,
for your sacrifice shall ne'er be shed from mem'ry.
Kiss your women; hug your children,
for hell may be your flight to heaven.

Shout! - O' ye quiet children;
our sun carries the day,
yet with its light shall come our sight.
Will the world, our game, still play?