Metallic taste fills up my mouth
I stare blankly for a minute
A circular burn fills my entire chest
There’s a rip beneath; I’ve been torn asunder by lead and hate
And leadened hate has lead us astray
from the path that our gods and our fathers laid
I see my brothers and sisters lie down
Like lambs to our gnawing fate
As you weep and pray to the effigies you struggled to throw away
know that in your silence our fate is sealed; in open conferences and back-room deals
The tree of blind liberty must be watered with the blood of tyrants and patriots
But of what good is liberty when there are no patriots left to heed her call?
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