The mothers all cry For the last baby down. The protestors try but there is no one around. They all yell from the streets but they can't make a sound. All you hear are the feet-pounding hungry war hounds.
I doubt that there's been a more dangerous foe. When it's fear we're afraid of our fear feeds it more. When you're freedom's at risk then that freedom must go. It's a paradoxical, sick, un-winable war.
SO SALUTE Hey YOU! Do you have a problem with that? I can't HEAR YOU SOLDIER, fall in or fall flat. We support what your forefathers said you stood for, But their words hold no weight anymore.
Now all is so quiet on the western frontier. The purveyors of "RIGHT" a whole two hundred years. We're the STRONGEST the PROUDEST WORLD'S BIGGEST cliche. But never mind, even Rome didn't fall in one day. And still the mothers all cry for the last baby down.