By Andrew R. Duckworth
The alarms still sound from wicked mouths,
Voices booming from bullhorns loud,
Across speakers and tv screens
So that they’re sure they’re heard and seen.
But public voices can be heard
Refuting wicked deed and word
And shutting down those loud alarms
That cause economy most harm.
The day the alarms stopped working
Was a blessing for the hurting,
And nothing stops liberty’s wave
When she has cities left to save.
So find your voice and echo loud
The sound of freedom bold and proud,
And plant your feet upon the ground
To stop the wicked’s constant sound.