One star stays forevermore quite still,
Moving never, sometime past struck down
By a bolt of light, which, through force of will,
Has anchored it forever to the ground.
It hangs above the pole, its quiet light
Guiding folks forever to the North;
Lending them the courage in the night
To shoulder up their packs and to set forth
Away from bondage, and the ones
Who try enforcing slavery with guns.
Thank god for bolts of light, whose force of will
Have fixed this star to stand forever still
A beacon for their courage in the night,
A symbol of their choice to run or fight.