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