Shining from torches.
Nooses of nylon rope.
Swinging from porches.
A change is in the air.
As we gather the brave.
At their barrels, we stare.
Behind the closed doors,
Plans were being made.
Innocent blood on floors,
Treated like their slaves.
Civil war about to erupt
Until a treaty is signed.
A country gone corrupt.
Our history left behind.
No longer a free land,
But a nation of greed.
Rise up against the man.
And strive to be free.
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