Did the brigade get broken
well the scoffers well may reckon
All the hateful raters
Would I might call down heck on
The account is slender and
I admit I'm low on ideas
Nobody hid their smirks last time
I ventured that the truth might free us
In a hundred years
Isn't it a shame
none of us left to behold
accountable to this fools' game
In a hundred ears
rhetoric and sleight
we'll be history and the
game will be somebody else's fight
I've still got the secret roster
I still have the ritual rules
don't throw your pips
and medals out too soon
I might yet call upon you fools
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