The Dead Remember Everything
The dead remember everything
The living have forgotten
Except in dreams of kings and queens
And lost marines who joined as teens
To help and keep our honor clean
From those who plot and make up schemes
Because they think they are supreme
While truth denotes they’re just extreme
And wish to tear to smithereens
Our children’s, children’s hopes and dreams
Though they might plot out wild schemes
I’ll not succumb to what they want
Or yield to their regime
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