Amulets and Talismans
Hide your daughters, arm your sons
Something wicked this way comes
There’s evil o’er the land
Coats of grey and coats of blue
Pick a side, which one are you?
The dead are many, survivors few
Freedom is at hand
The fields are littered with the dead
What once was gold, now bleeds red
Corpses now grow here instead
What cost does freedom bring?
Crimson now does paint the earth
The blood of boys scant years from birth
They gave their lives, for what it’s worth
Hear the bells of freedom ring
Two hundred years and more since then
The tides of war begin again
An endless circle with no end
Arm your daughters, arm your sons
Talismans and Amulets
Don’t protect from fighter jets
It’s sad how soon the world forgets
Something wicked this way comes….