the prophet armed

a true republic rises from the sea
after hard storms and the clear cleansing rain
it takes hard work to keep the city free

from what we fear we do not have to flee
since all that fell is what we will regain
a true republic rises from the sea

after long effort and we must agree
we lost so much we had hoped to maintain
it takes hard work to keep the city free

of hidden masters and of those we see
so very well in all our dreams of pain
a true republic rises from the sea

and at its heart the old sign of a tree
under its shade the children play again
it takes hard work to keep the city free

but we are sure no one will bend the knee
not on a day when they see justice plain
a true republic rises from the sea
it takes hard work to keep the city free