By: Cedric McClester

They were men of conviction
But one of ‘em wound up dead
When he refused to obey
What the lawman said
Stand down was the order,
“I’m placing you under arrest”
Captured on a tape recorder
So no one could contest

Members of a militia
Hold up in Oregon
Who were on a mission
And the thought never dawned
Their stand-off couldn’t last forever
Though they thought it could
But they should have know better
Than to think they’d be understood

They were men of conviction
Taking matters in their own hands
But you could have made a prediction
They wouldn’t achieve their plans

They were men of conviction
Fighting the government
Ignoring all restrictions
Because they were hell-bent
On getting their point across
And they weren’t about to relent
Unless their cause was won or lost
Was the message they hoped was sent

These were men of conviction
At least they said they were
Facing eminent eviction
But that thought didn’t occur
They were prepared to die
If it came down to that
But you have to ask yourself why
Would they take it to the mat

They were men of conviction
Taking matters in their own hands
But you could have made a prediction
They wouldn’t achieve their plans

Caught at a traffic stop
They were placed under arrest
Told to let their weapons drop
Only one of ‘em did contest
And so he wound up dead
With a bullet wound in his chest
For ignoring what the lawman said
Who prevailed nevertheless

They were men of conviction
Taking matters in their own hands
But you could have made a prediction
They wouldn’t achieve their plans




Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
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