Dedicated to all my American brothers and sisters!
Revolution is in the air, I can
Smell it upon the breeze,
And I’ll stand with you and fight this war ‘til
I’m felled upon my knees!
I’m too crippled to fight, too young to die,
And much too brave to run,
But you can bet I will have your back as
Long as I have my gun!
As long as there’s breath in these old lungs, and
I can still see to shoot,
I’ll stand with you on this sacred ground, right
Next to you, boot to boot!
With you, my brother, and you my sis, I’ll
Fight to the bloody end,
I haven’t got much, but I’ll have your back –
On that, you can depend!
When we see them come up over the hill
We’ll give a rebel yell,
And when we’re done with those dirty dogs, they’ll
Think it more fun in hell!
No, I won’t run and I won’t weep when I
Hear their warrior’s cry.
I’ll raise my gun and try to shoot straight, and
Keep shooting until I die!
I’ll stand with you and fire my gun, and
Wield my Viking sword,
‘Til we kill them, or they kill me, and send
My last breath to the Lord!
Yes, I’ll stand with you and fire my gun,
Pick ‘em off one by one.
I cannot do much, but I’ll fight with you
Until our fighting’s done!
© 2015 The Poet Darkling™