Call to Good Men

A world divided by morally correct and morally wrong That resembles an earthquake made to make the weak feel strong In our minds, we fight endless struggles bent on the belief of justice With picket signs and petitions our munition, the desire for more oh so luscious For a country whose very history was built on freedom We have become enthralled by the desire for stardom The beliefs we once all held so dear Have become mute compared to the riches we hear When will the good man rise To take us all by surprise And allow us the rights we crave For the land of the free and home of the brave