A yes from pressure, from immense intense pressure is not a ‘yes’ but a cowarding; thus the ‘no’ against the weight of tyrants and violence is a weighty and noble thing
Underestimate them at your own due peril believe in goodness at the end of a barrel; despite the flower and despite the name a gun is a gun is a gun, and your name to a trigger is no more than ‘a nigger’, your name is just a name is just a name
Believing in masters good hearted will while watching the men in the fields that they kill; your fear thinly veiled your heart timid wales the truth of your tiny will
Remember remember how far they have gone this and more where they’ll go with them drawn; bayonet bobbing the power the throbbing a dark and hazy dawn
The answer to anger and vile behavior, the promise of future’s past; if we are to be sovereign and free and our fresh air is meant to last; is ‘No.’