One struggles neath the ever bearing hand of tyranny

One rises up and in revolutin, wanting to be free

One gives his life a soldier so the rest might live in peace

One celebrates in freedom as they cheer thoughout streets

One starts his life from little but is free to make his way

One has more than his father at the closing of the day

One worked for very little yet expected everything

One sold his vote to get it without ever wondering

One sat in idle apathy as tyrants raised their hand

One wonders how it all went wrong and doesn’t understand

…Jeff Bresee