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 "The Bones of the Republic" Verse 1: We built with hands of calloused pride, The rails, the fields, the factories wide. Our flag was more than thread and dye— It stood for truth no gold could buy. Verse 2: But now the towers gleam with shame, The oath is cheap, the game the same. The songs of freedom fade and fall, While silence haunts the Capitol. Chorus 1: O land of storms, O land once brave, Your heart still beats beneath the grave. We are the voice, the dust, the flame— Remember us. Recall your name. Verse 3: The dream lies bruised, but not yet dead, It waits where honest blood was shed. In farmer’s toil and soldier’s vow— The soul remains. We feel it now. Verse 4: So rise again, though years have passed, Reclaim the fire, make virtue last. Not by the sword, but by the will, Let justice walk these valleys still. Chorus 2: O people forged from ash and stone, You were not born to kneel alone. The bones of truth, though buried deep, Are yours to guard. Awake. And keep.   ...