Our country’s flag was torn apart
Left in rubble on the capitol floor
With bloodstain hands some members hide
Behind a stance, they could do no more
Shall a trial at the senate steps,
with those, that added to the fire
Heed the warning from the dust
And weed out every single liar
His days though past, still haunt our nation
And killed the bravest men that fought
To fight for our country’s salvation
And in their deaths we morn their loss
The deepest judgments yet to come
To watch and hope for courage to break
To separate us from the violent throws
Their conscience holds our country’s fate
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