Theodore Roosevelt One

Come for me from the west
I will show you something unseen, something of a king
For this land that holds no rights
Merely escape artists fleeing from their duty of God
We have no royalty, but that which we make our own
I stand with three others, cultivated to this land that we insist must be free

We protest to be free
We cry to be free
We kill to be free, so that our future can rest in that

For those who reign after, freedom will be theirs.