Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Martyrs are We

They’ve raised their flags over our roofs,
They’ve called us traitors, burned our books;
We can kneel and die or stand and fight,
Who knew this new age would be such a bitter night?

Their horses march with iron hooves,
They search for us with fishing hooks;
We can fall in line like fattened swine,
Or stand our ground and hold our line.

They mask their lies in rhetoric,
Injecting us with false regret;
Our call is not to sink like lead,
It’s to rise to life by embracing death.

We are the modern lambs
Prepared by Wisdom’s hands;
We are the chosen ones
Called to take our stand.

They've raised their flags over our roofs,
But our allegiances lay higher;
They've called us traitors, burned our books,
But our will to survive will stand their fire.

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