There was a call to arms by men in high places, putting on the charm, while soldiers tied their laces. Never ever considering the risk and ruination. Then screaming, in false bravado, “we’re doing it for our great nation”. (Politicans and Tax collectors)
The huggers of infants, and Redwood Trees, in jubilee they trust. Spending our money, with profligate lust, claiming our birthrights, our sons and our daughters.
We have Gideon Bibles and a tract, but only, if we send in, a few hard-earned dollars. Benny Hinn and Al Sharpton will make it all good again, with a wink and a show of hands. My, we are dupes, and body counts, you see, we pay the ultimate price, while our sons and our daughters plea. Time for miscounted votes and a new batch of babies, our sons and our daughters, they join the Navy.
Nothing wrong in protecting our nation, but the blood of babies, our sons and our daughters, in this great nation.