Monday, April 2, 2018

Hold

“Battle of Guiliford Courthouse 15 March 1781” by H. Charles McBarron
Hold
Hold!

I'll make do on quarter ration.

I'll wrap rags around my feet.

I'll march through the night 'til morning

down a frozen, muddy street.

No, I ain't no summer soldier

who will turn at first defeat.

Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -

summer soldiers take a seat.

Did you think it would be easy?

That the burden would be light?

Did you think this deep state ruling class

would cede without a fight?

Did you think, you sunshine patriot,

there'd be no dark or night?

Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -

sunshine patriots take flight.

They want our Arms surrendered,

and they want our Speech controlled,

and they want our Country “transformed,”

and our Constitution rolled.

But, a General rose to meet them

and he's earned their wrath untold.

So, when this deep state attacks him,

Deplorables, we hold.

I'll make do on quarter ration.

I'll wrap rags around my feet.

I'll march through the night 'til morning

down a frozen, muddy street.

No, I ain't no summer soldier

who will turn at first defeat.

Me, I'm in 'til bitter end -

I hold the line; I don't retreat.

 

 

 

 

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