Do not hang the dreams of my children
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet
Who came from the motherland with ambition
And found resolve to mount progression
Who found meaning and riches
To help his own patch, get ever so green
Who joined a course a worthy one
And found a media, a medium voice to be heard
Who became the naked King, a thousand "yes sir, master"
And thought he was, to be made bigger than Rome
Who called for the down fall of Rome with political rhetoric
Burn Rome, burn Rome, and called out toys of ravage
And toy soldiers gallantly that wanted blindly to follow
And march to the sound of battles, puppets with arms
Do not hang the dreams of my children
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet
We just started seeing the difference
Rain makes after a long spell of draught
Do not call for the gods of carnage
Yee men of copulate and montague
Waving your flags above that of the kingdom
You are only as we make you, as a collective
Do not threaten to hang the dreams of my children
Do not wrong the lives of the unborn yet
We as a collective us as a union
We stand guard at post, alerting your sleep walk
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