The Founding Sons
The principled remain unwavering,
The majority sustain their quavering.
The chance of success matters not,
The people will fire the last shot.
Although the times have changed,
The will of the people remains the same.
If you challenge the might of the rigid mass,
There will be a rifle behind every blade of grass.
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