We the people used to speak,
today we are so mild and meek,
we seem to walk in constant fear;
The End Is Nigh, or so we hear.
An end is but a new beginning
unless we see the bullies winning.
No more the real folk on the street;
the baton they were proud to meet.
To stand before that which is wrong
stood out loud in their proud song.
Today we cheer their murderous way
to our own defeat at end of day.
To stand alone and not be heard;
the silencing of freedom’s word.