Ivory Tower
Do not tell me I did not love this place
The home in which I live
These things that I've done in its name
Are not yours to forgive
For weren't we just children
Who loved a place too much
When love and ringing freedoms
Were never ours to touch
They cut us down like soldiers
With bombs and guns and gas
So much was lost for ink and laws
That we couldn't let them pass
My friends are dead and dying
For a future far away
Their eyes forever fixed
On a great uncertain day
So do not tell me I don't love this place
Once ruled by wicked men
I was willing to die for it once
And I am willing to die again.