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I saw something spectacular today,
Three same flags while one anthem played.
I saw the sense of doubt swept away
And the world in black, green and gold arrayed.

You who saw this glory cannot dream all
The turbulence that makes dark water pure
One flag hoisted thrice is a legend's call
It took guts and grimace, and something more

From harsh rock she rises, pinnacling green
Indomitable mountain, wave kissed shore
The fire that drives her flashes oft unseen
Look you now through the Olympians door.

My soul, an humming bird, splashes aflame
And set my joy like poincianna lit
Pride spiked by tumult glory of the game
In palace of pride let the praise be writ

I see a dream becomes a young man 
A name unknown that rose and never flinched
Among medals bright bronze he ran
Warren Weir, my soul with pride was pinched

But I am watching the little meteorite 
From obscurity coming to be a southern star 
Shining like an awesome tiger in the night
He silvered there, and nation glory burst ajar

For the gold was habit with us now. O surprise
At three equals more than just jubilee
A category seven storm from Jamaica did rise
A Bolt of lightning with winds of glee.

Bolt, Blake, Weir, a metereological paradigm
In Olympic history, all hail great men, hail
Let tower bell rings, and organs endless chime
Jamaica, it's jubilee, your prowess shall prevail.

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