Be kind when you speak of the many brave souls
Who
gave their all at the Alamo
Against
an overwhelming foe
To
win their freedom in Mexico.
With
odds stacked as many as twenty to one
The
outcome foregone when the battle was done.
And
when the small fortress, at last overrun, with
No
prisoners taken, all is undone.
The
beast, Santa Ana, no clemency lends
As
his horrible hoard on the mission descends.
And
Crockett and Bowie and Travers and friends
Are
doomed from the start to their ill-fated end.
Heroes
and villains and legends are made
As
leaders emerge to conduct the crusade.
And
karma evokes a dear price to be paid
When
cannons erupt in intense fusillade.
And
while San Jacinto’s fate softens the blow
In
bringing an end to this imbroglio,
When
heroes are needed to make our pride glow
We
will always remember
The
Alamo.
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