The Saints Aren’t Marching In

Ya, the trumpets blared like

Someone cared but

Few folks cared at all.

None would heed the call.

Law and order

While the border

Fell for one and all.

Another day at the mall.

Raped and pillaged

Every village

That dare fall in their way.

A few come every day.

They don’t come to play.

They’re a new breed

Folks who don’t bleed

For the old red, white and blue.

They do not care for you.

They will do what they do.

No matter what your boo hoo.

It’s back of the line.

Where you’ll be fine.

Doing what conquered do.

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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