The soft golden light was muted,
and the wide screen was filled lavishly,
with a gently waving tricolour flag
"Please raise for national anthem", a voice echoed.
Three feminine figures stood side by side,
each separated by mere three inches and three generations.
The elder one stood erect trying to diminish the hint of a stoop,
and sang the praises in a reverent tone;
Lost in the memories of a glorious past,
With bloodshed, unity and freedom.
The virile one stood with her head hung as if in shame,
and sang the praises in a tone of contempt,
Remembering with sickening detail,
the murders, rapes, political games and suicides.
The little one barely stood, for she hopped with enthusiasm,
and sang the praises with adorable innocence,
dreaming about the good things that were about to come.
It's a song that struck a chord,
With so many hidden meanings,
It is an anthem that has seen them all,
Yet stood high through all the fall,
and gave back the sense of freedom.
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