I bite the bullet today
I bite the bullet
And go out into the world
With a smile
Though I'm dying inside
I put on my best face
And go out into the world
With a positive spin
And I think of those
In times gone by
Who bit the bullet before me
And went out into the world
With a smile
Though they were dying inside
I think of the Muslims of Jerusalem
With the Crusaders at their gates
I think of the Jews of Berlin
With the Brown-shirts at their doors
I think of the People of Europe
With the Plague in their streets
I think of the People of China
With the Famine in their land
I think of the Indigenous Americans
With the White Man at their shores
I think of the African Tribes
With the Slave Ships on their beaches
I think of the British
With Heinkels in their skies
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