You come out in droves; Protectors of an ancient code. You’d like to know What would become of you and yours If left alone. So, with that pride destined to find Itself on the wrong side of history, You take arms.
Did you cast a ballot or a stone?* Did it cast a shadow on their home?
Let’s go To a place I know where men can share a home. By now the world should know That your factions and their Romance with interference, They have no business in these homes.
Did you cast a ballot or a stone? Did it cast a shadow on their home?
Your slogans echo loudly From Edmund Pettus Bridge. Would you tear up like you did when the Lovings wed?
I’d give so much to see your assaults laid to rest. Would they be mourned like the rightless ones you’ve vilified? Because at their funerals, When the priest gives the flag to her partner, she still cries.