Hold the Line at Bunker Hill

Smoke from the ships rolled in thick from the bay. Earth shook under

cannon like judgment that day. Dirt, sweat, and powder burned

hot in our lungs. Blood on our fingers, fear sharp on

our tongues. We stacked our defenses from shattered brick walls. Heard the fives

of the British beyond the stone halls. And through fire and thunder,

with our nerves wound tight, we waited for Redcoats to march into sight.

Take your aim, hold your fire til you see white of eyes. We will not

break today and we will not compromise. We will not break today and