My Last American Breath

Aye, to be right and popular

Nay, whether ‘tis nobler

To do good with dark reason

Or to do bad without treason

That is the question

Asked with great passion

For to suffer the slings of socialist misery

Or by reasoning with such a dissonant reveRide

As rendered by St. Hillary and Uncle Bernie

Conservatism must needs offer its mercy

That Liberals might abandon their rendition

And return from the edge of socialist perdition

Alas, equality for all

That none might fall

That none might toil

And socialism spoil

That none might fail

And abort sad socialist tale

That equity might be understood

As earned from family and the ‘hood

Not given or gifted

But from life brutally lifted

Right is but Liberalism after collision with reality

Left  is but life lived under threat of penalty

Conservatism is life lived as a free being

For which socialism has no feeling;

Born free, but everywhere in chains

Not free that which he disdains

Not wisdom nor clarity

Always ending in disparity

Followed by more laws and regulation

To twist and torture a whole nation

Born of Life, Liberty and Dream

Which Liberals find lean and mean

Oh give me liberty or give me death

Til I draw my last American breath

 

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