RIOT

They are the watchers at the gate,

The heroes of tradition,

The dragon slayers,

Knights in armor plate,

We are the dragons,

We are hunted for game,

No longer with lances

But with laws we are slain.

With guns we are faced,

With votes and a holy book,

But a woman and her brick

That was all that it took.

Because we belong, 

We have always been,

We were forced into our mountains

But we're coming out again.

Remember our colors

As we display them high,

It's our blood, and not the rain

That put the rainbow in the sky.

Pride started as a riot.

Don't back down now.