Bequeath Them Freedom

Oh sons of sons of liberty/ The nation they died for/ Born in blood and fire on the forge of war/ For you and me/ Not land or gold or precious stone/ But for this sacred idea alone, you see/ This notion of a place where a man could breathe free/ Unleashed, granted manumission from tyranny/ No paint or statue as legacy/ But the noblest patrimony/ Of blood and rended flesh that nourishes the tree of liberty/ With no travail too great to bear/ To guard the freedom we have here/ No sacrifice too dear to make for freedom's sake/ As a great deceiver ties us in a Gordian Knot of regulation, and aid, and law to subdue us/ To take the gift that God did imbue us/ We few who still hoist "Don't Tread on Me"/ And fight still to proclaim liberty/We with the last vestige-some slandered remaining aspect of national pride/ We who do not our heroes martyred, hide/ To allow a young and foolish peacock to decide/ True patriots hold this love of country and Constitution deep inside/ Who do not rush with the masses on Obama's fool's errand ride/ We have learned Barack's apology game/ Hussein who demands as Americans we bury our heads in shame/ As if jingo were our middle name/ And racism and oppression our claims to fame/ And we will simply rejoice/ When we hear Obama's voice/ Saying we forswear force/ While real menace nations arm up, of course/ They will just be taken by the Obama charm/ And line up in sequence to disarm/ There will be no further cause for alarm/ As lions rest with the lamb/ And Iran and North Korea embrace Uncle Sam/ And we enjoy our email filling with spam/ And Christians and Jews dance with Osama bin Laden in Afghanistan.