From The Lab

New Age Minutemen

To arms! To arms! The time has come;
Goodbyes to good wives and girlfriends,
Kisses for missus, hugs for sons,
In time to battle the whirlwind.
To arms! To arms! Iron and steel!
Strong backs and quick thoughts help reach goals;
Where Hell's but a trifle to feel,
Working through sweat in flaming coals.
To arms! To arms! The Pen and Ink,
May secrets and notes ever last,
Messages that force men to think,
Placed in bound bottles for the past.
To arms! To arms! People of wit,
Let loose and may all feel your wrath,
Peasants to kings, that subtle fit
That lies on the heart and the laugh.
To arms! To arms, enlightened few,
And hope Solomon's gifts bless thee,
Knowledge to grasp the other view,
And luck that some god protects thee.
To arms! To arms, cutpurse and fool.
Pass mischief and deceit to kin,
Instincts absent from books and school;
No lesson is better than sin.