If I were to draw you a line in the sand

where would the stakes lie and where would you stand?

Would you walk with your people in the light of the sun

or hide until nightfall, take cover, and run?

 

Would you blanch at the sight of the blood on your hand

if you were forced to face the things you have done?

Did you think your selfish pleasures would harm none

while you soiled the water and poisoned the land?

 

Did you not flinch when they gave you their brand?

Is this truly the life you had planned?

Do you think the lives lost are fair price for your fun?

Would it be different if it were your mother, your sister, your son?

 

The time has come when we must make our stand

We are many ones but of many you are only one

Burn the banner of the tyrannical few, their slogan shun

Walk tall, walk proud, across the line in the sand