I marched on Pennsylvania
With like-minded warriors.
We shouted and carried our words
In sober steps, not treading the ground.
Patriotism and Liberty were by my side.
But simple items can chase them away
Like a bottle of whiskey and a rag.
One match and a small man's means is ruined
They came in dark hoods and covered faces
Or came in sheep's wool to look like us.
As the fire raged, I fell to asphalt,
Seeing the stone that hit me.
My fellow marchers ran past
As the attackers swarmed in
With sticks and sprays to sting.
The few of us left, unwanted and wounded,
Witnessed the destruction and domination
Of a legion of countrymen,
Who rather see the burning of all things good then be wrong.
The only salvation were the shielded men
Who I thought were to be my damnation.
There is no right for me anymore.