Look what you’ve done to my son
He is lying there in the street
You walk through his blood like it was nothing
My sons soul, a stain on your feet

You didn’t know the man or what he could do
To help us all was the destiny of his life
You didn’t know his family
His sweet young widowed wife

You didn’t think of his child
The little girl standing over there
Can’t you see the tears in her eyes
Knowing her dead father still cares

As we all do, every last one here
Don’t you dare think we’ve lost our way
We’ve stood up before and fought
You’ll see, you will learn, and we will have our day


He’s only there because of you
Making war for what only you think is right
You may have bruised this eagle
But just remember this, you started this fight

And we will finish it, hide as I know you will
We’ll hunt you till the day we all die
Don’t quit looking over your shoulder
Don’t worry about when, it will come and you will know why

© John Uzzell
November 14, 2001

11/14/2001

Posted on 11/14/2001
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