We Won'T Be Taken Alive
Promises sweet promises of the melancholy
Swaying too and fro back and forth aboard a rocking chair
In tandem and in tune to the rhythm of the wind blowing through the chimes
From the front porch looking out above the greenest
hedge and white picket fence
Waiting for the warning bell on the gate to sound the alarm
Danger , Danger trespassers approaching
They have breached the last line of defense
No longer can it be known or said
That a man's home is his castle
When not only does he have to defend his home and borders against foreign forces but is also dogged by the enemy within
So gather all the shell's and stockpile all the powder the muskets can muster and cover them in ink
Border up the window's and emblazon them with the slogan in capital letters that leaves no ambiguity
We won't be taken alive
If all we value and our way of life is to be lost and pulled from underneath us
Better then to fight and die by the sword if it be proven to be mightier than the pen
Than to live enslaved under hate metered out by ignorance
and violence
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