I hear the yells for war,
people are screaming them daily
while the rest of us lie on our backs
crying because we're too lazy.
We're too tired,
we've got too much to do,
too much to stress for.
Meanwhile we're living big,
living rich in a land that's already been paid for.
Paid for by all of the original owners' blood.
The ones we felt the need to sacrifice
felt the need to ****** and **** just to get a land we could have shared if not for our big glorious dream,
a dream that nobody else can be included in.
It's a dream that has no resolution,
after all who really keeps their New Year's resolution.
Well another year has passed and we're just getting worse!
In the words of John Brown before he was hung,
"the crimes of this guilty land will never purged away
but with Blood."