Patrick Henry, the Call To Arms

To shield ourselves from the painful truth; Illusions of hope we often see. But, this is not for wise men's eyes, Engaged in a struggle for liberty. And as for me, I wish to know, Though anguish the spirit may feel, The worst and then provide for it. I'll not pretend. The tyrants real. I have but only one bright lamp That my feet are guided by; That is the lamp of experience. The past can tell where futures lie. Let us not be deceived any longer. Our petitions have caused no change, Supplications have been disregarded. Our thoughts now must be rearranged. And many in vain have the fond hope, That peace will enfold us once more Open your eyes fellow patriots! And see what is truly in store. If we wish to preserve the freedoms, That have come from heaven's great light; I appeal to arms, and the God of host. For all that is left is to fight. They tell us, Sir, we are too weak, To cope with the strength of our foe. But, when shall we ever be stronger. The answer I truly don't know. Will it be in a week or the next year? As we slide down illusions great slope. Shall we reach for the means of resistance, While hugging the phantom of hope. If we make proper use of the means That nature has placed in our hand. And the people are armed with the vision, Of Liberty here in this land. Then, the God that presides over nations, Will raise up the friends that we need. The battle's not just for the strong, But for vigilant, brave men indeed. It's in vain, Sir, to lessen the matter. Cries for peace, have given us none. Our brethren stand fast in the field, now. The battle's already begun. What is it that gentleman wish for. Is life thought to be so dear? To be purchased with chains and slavery. Forbid it, Dear God! Make it clear. I know not what course others may take, But, I'll speak mine until my last breath. Oppression brings no independence. GIVE ME LIBERTY! OR GIVE ME DEATH!