The Tartan Ban

High grassy hills bereaved of color
Men and boys plain and dull
Lores and tradition banned
Closed away in chests
Colored squares in crested boxes
Once emblems of freedom
Now locked in hiding
A crushed and wrinkled spirit
Stained red with the blood of warriors
Dyed with the ink of independence

Open the box
Remove the plaid of bravery
A forgotten moment released
Revealed to unborn patriots
Woven stronger than kings
Legend and romance renewed
A clan to each color
A history to a fallen people
Once again the symbol of freedom
Reborn in changed lands