Our flag is torn,
We were playing, “Tug of war,” with it,
And now we’ve gone and ripped it and don’t know who to blame,
We just got bored,
We felt we could do more with it,
Than tie it to a pole and let fly in everybody’s name,
Some took the left,
And some took the right of it,
And then from either side, we heaved with all our might,
And every thread,
Was straining at the heart of it,
And we didn’t even notice, we just got lost in the fight,
And then it tore,
It ripped apart in tatters,
And what was once our, “Banner,” now became our, “Rag,”
And then we saw,
That what really matters,
Is the strength of all that stand together ‘neath our flag,
So pass the thread,
And pass the sewing needles,
And let us work together to mend the flag we’ve torn,
And honour the dead,
All those courageous people,
That believed all that it represents was worth fighting for.