The Brave and Oblique Lambs Fly in Terror

Gathered here on a fateful day,
To admire those who once slipped away.
Drop you're guard and reach for a hand,
Bow your head in thought of the martyr,
And ponder how it could have hit harder.

But goddamn! We took on water way too fast.
Liberty was waste deep in the blood-red ballast.
Dearly departed (FYI) we're still a f*ing mess

Now is not the time for partisan s*,
When we're dividing bit-by-bit.
Forget yourself and get over your pride.
Share your woes with that of another.
On either side is a sister or brother...

*I wrote chords to this, and it sounds much better when you sing it : ) except that "ballast" just sounds like "blast"
annoying >.<