What chance exists, that fragile grace, when faced with tyranny?
That grace of freedom gifted us by those whose lives paid dearily.
When masked oppressors come to call
in guise of false protection, all
to heed a madman’s greedy call
of racial purity.
What chance have we who stand, appalled at evil acts we clearly see,
and still keep dignity?
What hope have we who wish to live in free democracy
to stand against those now in charge and all their cruelty,
when taxed beyond what’s fair or fit
while only wealthy benefit
and all the while the madman sits
In full hypocrisy?
Upon a throne of lies and fraud and false immunity
he sits for all to see.
What privilege we have at hand to stand up, as we should
against the tyrant and his gnome and all their evil brood.
By voice of protest, votes for change
or shedding light on those deranged
by false bravado in exchange
for all that’ s right and good.
So let us stand and raise a hand remembering those who’ve stood
against the traitors on the day that evil murdered Good.
