His Name Was Joe.. Poem by Lori Bergman

We're going down to DC,
we're gonna Qill a Nazi.
Them demons want insanity,
we'll give it momentarily.
When freedoms on The Chopping Block,
your dutys bustin out the glock.
Can you look your children in the eyes
If their freedom slowly dies?
Someone told me long ago if you want freedom let them know.
They won't give it when it's lack
Its imperitive, we must take it back
When the lies, in the shadows haunt
And righteousness and hope seems gaunt
It's not the time to run and hide
grab your weapons it's time to ride.