A call-to-arms bold riders sent
From Carolina’s coast:
One hundred showed, one hundred rode
To save what matters most.
The puppets of the duffers schemed
To take our rights away;
So a hundred rode, one hundred showed
To charge into the fray.
The skies were gray and cloudy at
The dawning of the fight;
But a hundred showed, one hundred rode
Through rain and cold, in spite.
Beaver’s lair, they gathered there,
At high noon lines they formed;
Then a hundred rode, one hundred showed
The mettle for the storm.
North they rolled, their route foretold,
King’s Highway was betrayed;
Still a hundred rode, one hundred showed
No fear along the way.
Into a blue-light gauntlet, lined
With patriots wishing well;
One hundred showed, by how they rode,
Their spirit would not fail.
Then from all sides at once they came,
The cruisers wheeled and swerved
‘Til no more rode; but a hundred showed
Their steel of will and nerve.
The battle for our liberties
Goes on throughout the land;
But a hundred showed, when a hundred rode,
How all can make a stand.
–IronBoltBruce
Long Distance Motorcycle Riding & Bikers Rights 