When Called upon…
Our enemies hide their faces. They wait for the final hour, lying in shadowed places until they take the power. Our brave are sent away, to far and foreign lands, here their forced to stay its taken from their hands.
They take away your guns, and replace them with new phones, send away our sons and give them free tombstones. You never see it coming, until the day they’re at your door, the quickness will be numbing as the country faces war.
They hit us where we hurt, when money has no value. To make us all convert. what have we gotten into? We give them all the power, to make our worries right. but our fates will soon go sour, time to say goodnight.
We are all too blind to see, whats been going on, they give us technology while battle lines are drawn. Your I-pod keeps your attention while they slowly take you rights, never do they mention that you’ve been in their sights.
The wait is slowly fading, Soon will be the day when they will start invading and by then its way to late. Stand up for your freedom, and hold on to your guns, you just may find you need them when that dark day comes.
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