Who will die of the hunger
we the people...
Who will die of the fever
we who form a more perfect Union...
Who will die in the vapor
we who do ordain...
Who will die on the altar
we who have seen the glory
Who will take up the cause
we the people...
Who will remember the promise
we who ask not...
Who will walk with fire
men, living and dead...
Who will ride the wind
we who sin by silence
When the bravest of our brothers
When the freest of our kin
Go clawing and craving
To empire