Death by misadventure,
The story of a time,
We boys picked up our guns
And punched the air in rhyme.
They whizzed and they exploded
The peace and men beneath.
We left behind a legacy
And suffered, our bequeath.
Stand we, no more indifferent,
And hear the faint bells chime:
Sober, sad, and wiser,
This story of a time.
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
Death by misadventure,
The story of a time,
We boys picked up our guns
And punched the air in rhyme.
They whizzed and they exploded
The peace and men beneath.
We left behind a legacy
And suffered, our bequeath.
Stand we, no more indifferent,
And hear the faint bells chime:
Sober, sad, and wiser,
This story of a time.
August 20, 2011
O’Fallon, Missouri
