Lowering war clouds, darkened sky,
Grumbling, restless for the fray
Humble men are heard to day…
“Yes-man to a king? Not I.
That was Boston Harbor.

Men joined men to clear the mess;
Rebel forged rebel, all of them
Father, Mother, Daughter, Son…
Fought together.
That was the Alamo.

A rising sun, a sleeping giant Destined to awaken in a fight
For its very survival. And the promise
“I shall return.” A day of infamy
That was Pearl Harbor

Years wove webs of intrigue deep;
The CIA brought it own decay
Apathy, while men feign sleep
As time so swiftly slips away.
THAT…is the Battle NOW.

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