Part III

There’s nothing more dangerous,

Than a humiliated man,

Who will take what is done to him,

And send it on again.

There’s nothing more humiliating,

Than a hero’s betrayal,

When values are sacrificial,

In the Law of the Jungle.

There’s no deeper betrayal,

Than a free man stabbed in the back,

When a sacred hope,

Is torn into scraps.

Free men will fight,

Their liberties,

When their victories,

Fade from living mem’ry.

There’s no deeper liberty,

Than that of equal rights,

It’s the cure for humiliation,

It must never be sacrificed.

No one will be more dangerous to us,

Like one we sacrifice out of convenience.

No one will be see our point of view,

Like one who found it on the battlefield.

Yet this is when we go on the attack,

To stab a free man in the back?

Those in charge will rot in Hell,

But if this stands we’re damned as well.

Can we feel the pull of history?

Has it faded from living mem’ry?

When fourscore and fourscore,

And fourscore and seven years before,

We were the first to hold the door.

It was our flag alone, welcoming all,

This is in our blood, this is in our soul.

How can you say:

“Oh, what's done to them?

I’m a Know Nothing!”

When what's done to them is done in our name!

When the worst is suddenly easy to see,

Dead men breathing, crawling to their liberty,

This is when we go on the attack,

To stab a free man in the back?

It’s a sin against the soul of our nation,

A mortal sin,

an abomination.

Those in charge will rotten Hell,

But if this stands, we’re damned as well.

Using both sides of their mouth,

These two-faced politicians,

Cover all their bases,

In more than four directions.

While waiting for,

A star to be born,

They’ll migrate towards,

The rising sun.

Are you a play-dead politician?

Or a boot-lickin’ monster?

What do we say to that?

Grow a spine, motherfucker.

It takes courage to fight,

Even more to survive,

But you’ve never had courage,

A day in your life.

When for the first time in my life,

I see the outline,

Of something that might call on me to die,

for.

No one will see our point of view,

Like one who found it on the battlefield.

Yet this is when we go on the attack,

To stab a free man in the back?

Those in charge will rot in Hell,

But if this stands, we’re damned as well.

Hold both Flames, loosely, stand in the breach,

If the president’s a bad egg, you must impeach!

It takes courage to fight,

Even more to survive,

We must have courage now,

To keep this story alive.

For one more year, you will hold the Door,

And if this stands, 250 more!

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