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.