we who would drown
in a sea of sentimentality
oft crippled by sympathy
overwhelmed by possibility
we must a find a way
more hard-boiled to be
action paired with passion
not distraught unto distraction
tourniquet the bleeding hearts
we wear upon our sleeves
fight on, fight on with no reprieves
we must muster up and sally forth
'gainst those who claim we're nothing worth
harness frustration as a fractious horse
that in our care may win the course
we must not stay silent nor submit
to their patriotic counterfeit
waving flags in false semaphor
all the while stealing
more and more and more
resolute and steadfast we must stand
to protect our futures in this land
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