the british hung nathan hale from a tree
and let him swing, crying treason
treason to the crown and to the king!
the americans hung benedict arnold
in disgrace, crying treason, treason
let us forget the traitor’s face
i have not commited crimes against
my country or my King, but against you
i stand guilty but in innocence
for i never meant to cause but only to
prevent hurt — and look where i swing
between heaven and earth, wondering
if the tree will ever let me down again
