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Created on: September 14, 2008
A Call To Honor
Simple things have gone astray,
for all has come to naught
The middle class is cast away,
and Congress has been bought
How long will you watch us die?
How long will it take?
How long will you spread your lies,
and take all you can make?
When will people focus true?
When will we, stand up strong?
When will we see the threat in you?
Put theives where they belong
Where's the promise made to us?
Where's the help and care?
Where's the people we can trust?
And where's our rightful share?
Why are people suffering?
Why is gas so high?
Why is there no peace to bring,
and Why must Justice die?
Who is held responsible?
To whom must we appeal?
Who is not disposible,
and who will keep it real?
Seek these answers one and all,
Seek them with your votes.
Seek them when the roll is called,
and in the Senate boasts.
Time has come to bring a change.
A difference we must make.
Honor springs from crypt remains.
Our ancestors awake.
Hear the call from yesteryear.
Hear the virtue ring.
Hear the voice of those so dear,
to do the righful thing.
Many perished for this right.
Many caskets filled.
Many gave their only life,
to excercise your will
Please don't let them die in vain.
Please don't waste your right.
Let those sworn, to uphold
Know we're prepared to fight
Join together all mankind,
and act as though we ought to
Who else will have the conscious mind
To save our sons and daughters
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