A Call to Arms

A call to arms, the thunder roars, He pardons the guilty, opens the doors. A shadow looms, a nation divided, The fire of hatred is reignited.

Verse 1

On the steps of the Capitol, blood was spilled,

A reckoning of rage, a nation’s will.

But promises whispered on a treacherous wind,

“I’ll free them all,” said the man who sinned.

Day one, he vows, their cages will fall,

Heroes, he claims, in their violent thrall.

While justice weeps for the lives they’ve torn,

He raises the banner of a new storm born.