Patriot’s Voice
by Cap Wilhelm-Safian

In the angry streets
The battle cry is heard again.
As the foolish and the evil march as one.
And they tell you it’s for peace
and for freedom you must kill.
And that truth flows from the barrel of your gun.

And Johnny goes marching off to war,
Never asking what he’s killing for.
He has stilled his patriot’s voice.
Some day he may realize,
Some dark night he may realize,
That all his killing was by choice.

In the dead of night,
The orphan’s cry is heard again.
As the wives and the mother’s weep alone.
And the cowards and the cynics,
Sit in somber silence,
Hoping truth flows from the barrel of your gun.

In the dawning day,
The victor’s cry is heard again.
As the fiery glory clears and his eyes fall on all that’s won.
And he weeps for his dead brother,
Who was on the other side,
Both believing truth flows from the barrel of their gun.

And we all go marching off to war,
Never asking what we’re living for
We must raise our patriot’s voice.
Some day we must realize,
Today we must realize,
To stop this killing is our choice.