Mr Behan's Legacy. (a ballad)

Mr Behan once sang of a "Patriot Game".
Just look how time passes while things stay the same.
I'm angry and willing to put up a fight,
but my enemy also is convinced that he's right.

You could be my brother. You could be my friend.
Yet I am persuaded I have to defend,
an idea, a vision, a future so grand;
on this mountain of madness, I'll die where I stand.

I was nursed with ideals, and raised with a cause;
intensely immersed in an ocean of laws;
and I joined the service with my head held so high,
so ready to kill, and so ready to die.

but this nation I love has gone through a change;
I can't reconcile, and I can't rearrange
the traditions and values I absorbed in my youth,
are seen as hatefulness; far from the truth.

I don't want this madness, I don't want this pain;
and in spite of my sadness, my ideals remain;
I've become the enemy, the aggressor, the foe.
to half of a country, I no longer know.

Now there is no moral, there's just a time;
a division's description with weak words and rhyme,
of a nation that once was united and strong,
but now we're divided and each side is wrong.

So I pray to my God, that you hate so much
that He'll help us and guide us, and we won't lose touch,
and we won't come to blows, and our anger will cease,
and we will find unity, progress, and peace.
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