NERO
He spits his fire
Into the wind
And plays the victim
When it comes round again
Those around him
Call him a hero
While history
Will call him Nero
Who struck the match
Can we discern
But we know who stood by
And watched it burn
We joke it off
And say its nothing
As bullets fly
And insults sling
This is a time
To stay the course
Remember our principles
Lean on Source
A flag, a fist
And a bloody face
The hare may get the headlines
But the tortoise wins the race
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071524


This song is right on!! Well said!