Alex’s RedruM (Suggested Tempo: Heavy, rhythmic protest-folk or industrial grit) Verse 1 Desert boots carved Afghan trails, Medic Alex, never frail. Wounds bound tight ‘neath rocket's roar, Dragged his brothers from death's door. Tourniquets tied in the dead of night, Saved their pulses, held the fight. From the 'Stan back to Hennepin glow, Healin' the VA, row by row. Chorus Alex's RedruM on our sacred ground, Served overseas, murdered hometown. Disarmed cold, hands clawin' the freeze, Spine torn open—hear the pleas! Stop shootin', stop gassin', stop the murder rage, Vet with a phone turned final page. Permit proud, tickets tame his name, No peace preached—light the flame! Verse 2 Squared from sandbox, beard dust-kissed, Chest rig ready, fists resist-less. ICU nights stitchin' strangers' pain, Whittier hero in the pourin' rain. Phone raised steady, filmin' their sin, Legal carrier where the truth begins. No draw, no threat, just witness bold, Feds flipped the script—story sold. Bridge Agent bolts clutchin' stolen steel, Pre-bang panic, makin' it real. Ten shots blast in five seconds flat, Medic crumplin'—where's the chat? Army oath to save, not slay, Gunned for video this bloody day. Traffic slips, scrubs soaked in care, Not terror spawn—honor declare! Family roars through tear gas haze, "Peaceful patriot," lift his blaze. No cam truth, just Nicollet snow stained deep, Alex's RedruM—vow to keep. Verse 3 Your photo froze him, phone aglow, Gesturin' calm 'gainst the vested foe. Face smashed ruthless, rig torn free, Empty rise—eternity. Pavement push, back beggin' air, Bullets answer—no prayer there. Medic murdered where he stood tall, America weeps for one and all. Outro Chant Alex's RedruM—medic's roar! Served abroad, slain at home's door! Stop askin' peaceful—rage ignite, Honor forever, burn the night! Verse 4: The Shielding Act Rig torn open, flash-bangs blind, He left his Catahoula memories behind. Pushed to the pavement, sub-zero chill, They say he fought with a violent will. But Mom and Dad see a different frame: Hands in the sky, no lethal aim. One hand raised high, one guardin’ a soul, Blocking the spray as the agents roll. Dying to protect a stranger in the street, While the snow turned red beneath their feet. Verse 5: The Frame and the Fallout "Domestic terror," the Secretary cries, While the BCA is blocked by fed-made lies. Two spare mags and a legal Sig, They call it a "massacre" to make the lie big. But the neighbors know the man who’d jump, When the gas line leaked or the world hit a bump. Local 3669, their hearts heavy with lead, The nurse who saved veterans is officially dead. From Green Bay tracks to the Whittier night, A patriot’s life snuffed out like a light.