As we know it will my love
We will die arms on arms and lips on lips
For everything we have fought for
All these years
Come a mad man, shall not be undone.
On the streets in the alleys
The squares and the nooks and crannies
We shall defend the last room, the last ally
Till we can no more
Only with fearless passion doth come glory
But I ask my love not to you just
Why fight only battles for survival
How did we get here
Guns on our heads in our schools and hospitals
Did we not see this through
Or is our conviction not really true
Do we just seek glory
And not what it defends?
Do we care only for the defining moments
And not those that make them?
Why didn't we watch out
When they took away the poets
The singers and the storytellers
Why did we stand by
As the comedians, head in shame,
Retracted what got them to fame?
Must we not
Prevent wars by fighting battles
And avoid becoming the martyrs
We seem to crave?
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