BARE THE IRON HAND.

It’s hard to take in…

Two thousand odd at Pearl Harbour

Four thousand odd for independence

What was once so unimaginable

Now don’t need imagination.

Oh what kind of sin…

The pilgrims came from persecution

The sanctity’s deep it’s part of the soul

This place was thought not just as somewhere

In some way was seen as elsewhere.

It is safe

You can’t touch me

You do your ill not at my door.

It is safe

We’re the land of free

You persecute not near our shore.

It’s hard to take in…

A missile can strike with perfection

The techno dream don’t protect us now

The attacker with a razor blade

But our dreams ain’t in the shade.

Oh what kind of sin…

The hostage crisis brought the ribbons

A vulnerability but home is safe

Rudy Giuliani is the Churchill

They will reek their just rewards.

There is sobbing of the strong

And a pall upon the land

But the people in their weeping

Bare the iron hand…

Beware the people weeping

When they bare the iron hand…

Beware the people weeping

When they bare the iron hand…

The C verse(final verse) is from the poem by Herman Melville on the death of Abraham Lincoln.