Revolution’s Call!

These men, no shame, no honor have,
as to their selfish purpose tend
by words empowered in moral value,
yet straight from hell their actions send
a spiking depth in darkness,
amidst the light of hope,
destroy the strength in clinging fingers
where hangs a truth, a lasting grope.

Black deceit, vile and lecherous,
such treason do these men release
onto the hearts of honest men,
whose values hold, yet strength decrease.
Overwhelmed by such a number,
enmasse the many follow on –
mocking truth on moral’s brow,
steaming strong destruction now
that lays a future’s hope to waste,
that rends a cavity blank and wide,
so squelch the cries for justice, peace,
thus bend the waves of future’s tide…

These men, these few, we chose them, sure –
by shallow thought and voice demur –
we stuck our heads deep in the sand,
followed suit, refused to stand
to halt their black progression’s grind,
where under track and foot our minds
and freedom extols the greatest toll,
that now the black march of future’s coming,
hear the drums of death in roll!

One path, one choice, for those who stay
in lighted shadows for peace and truth,
revolution rings a telling bell that calls
us "fight!" or be washed in proof
that inaction is no action!
Pacifism is a slave man’s curse!
So rise we must to mend our day!
Save republic and liberties’ purse!