The Final Fourth

A whirlwind has arisen to extinguish the flame of liberty/ Heard with martial drumbeat since the Yorktown victory/ To quiet into silence the heart of man that yearns to beat free/ These rights should never be forsaken as they redound to us from on High/ And to preserve them, men have gladly paid the price and watched their brothers die/ To wrest these natural rights from George- a foreign king/ Was bought in bloody battle and no easy thing/ Not communal rights descended from some book/ From socially just intentions or giving Marx a look/ Will those in ivory towers who have mocked it for so long/ Still be laughing at it when liberty is gone/ Once freedom vanishes that they seem to scorn/ Will they see the error in their ways and our lost liberty mourn?/ Those who hid behind her shield but never bore the cost/ Yet used the license granted to saw it to the ground/ Will reckon only memory when what is lost can not be found/ 'Twas just an oft repeated fable told to children with glee/ When freedom has done passing into history/ Stop the tyrants now/ Before our fate is sealed/ It is not yet cast in stone/ We can still be healed/ Take the message here revealed- Shine bright this beacon liberty/ Stand fast this blood-bought honor/ Let this not be the last vestige of a nation great/ Remembered only with sorrow.