Tread Not On Me

Peace be to you, peace be to me, I hear what you spew, but you don’t believein freedom to love, freedom to live, the freedom that only God can give

The mass graves of your disease can be found in world historyDestroy my will, for power you kill

With your chains of deceit, you live to shackle me

Our rivers and streams bleed over their banks, from these crimson waters we give thanks

To the heroes and brave, fallen and maimed To squander their blood is your aim

Train your guns on me, string me up in the squareThe cost of liberty is the thousand yard stare

Slay this body of mine, there’s a few million you missed When you dream tonight, hear our hiss

Tread not on me or her or himWe’re not looking for war but the weak we’ll defend

As you walk the oaks, from seeds sown moons agoHear the whispers from the least of us and know

We want freedom from your tyranny Our blood feeds the roots of liberty

You can strike me dead and turn a deaf earYour toll is the one thing that I fear

My country has been stripped and stolenCan’t see through these lids that are now swollen

Bruised and beaten, dragged and whippedYou’ll soon feel the fangs of this venomous pit

From the compilation Our Barren Bounty by John Robert Conley Vagabond’s Rose, Copyright 2010