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Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, itβs three. What is it?
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes - yet move all over the place.
Held firmly in the hands, like a sword it cuts deep. Bloodless strokes, all, then forward we leap.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.