Article IV کے بول

crawling through the mud all night long Hunted like rats by the Viet Cong Fields of death bodies piled up higher Through the silence of the Tet cease-fire The will to fight seems so long gone While back at home they sing a protest song They burned them once then they shot them twice Shot three times for the blood of christ Sun sets of the days of rage What's said and done by the chosen ones Sun sets on the days of rage As your cities burn the revolution comes Crowd control becomes a police state On the streets of Chicago 1968 The last call for civil liberty The black panthers versus o.p.d. From the Berkeley campus to the fields of Kent state The National Guard must retaliate The guardsman smiled said he had as choice All he could see was the blood of Christ You should see the things they've done today Our national guard firing into an unarmed crowd What about our human rights? What about our sense of community? First California then the world