The pen his sword and the parchment his...
His goal to press the enemy to fully yield...
She's a mother to the in-born
She's a mother to the lost sheep...
One by one makes a bundle,
Like Kyebando...
My Beloved Nation.
Once again...
Caged
They sow disagreement within us...
"Move!", "Move!", "Faster!", "Faster!"
We marched; brain-dead. Our bodies inactive...
The stripes represent the
original 13 colonies and...
One day back home, my father took me and my older...
We played in that field until nightfall and then...
POISONED WORDS
THOSE SPOKEN TO WOUND A SOUL...
Service Not Self
Flickering flames, that break the dark...
A YOUNG COLONIAL BOY
I can still remember that damp, chilly Virginia...
You are told this is how a young man
finds honor, that to die for one's country...