The Patriot
The U.S. has a heritage
Born of might and blood.
I will not disinherit it
For wrongs some fools have done.
I will stand with hand on heart,
For those who fought for me.
I rise devoted as a part
Of a nation proud and free.
Our privilege was paid in full,
So high a cost was tendered.
Some knew crimson-dampened wool;
Others, shrapnel-shredded members.
There is no greater love or act
Than to die for the gain of others.
To leave a home, to defend a pact
Or give all for country and brothers.
So I stand with a broken salute.
I do not sit or kneel.
I weep and tremble, the pain acute
For so many died for me.
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