Praise be to whom fighting for freedom entails all manners of action and cruelties of war
I ma think myself a coward if I employ Hitler's methods not; rotten to the core
For we know, a band of brigands can be raised to par Washington
If he so chooses, may kill whole families, incinerate his children, to massacre the next of kin
No words of derision, only hails hails hails
That brush war has come and their brave fighters weapon, feeding the fire in gales
To behead another, or to the point, kill all round
A mere tactic you see, to gain what they expound
Fanning the flames of freedom, to let the poor take the rich, and every man who thus dies for the just, his body tossed like driftwood into a ditch.
But for such nations, no headline could scream in blood, freedom fighters
