The Wind

An Anthem for the Rebels
Sing with me now, Son  
words relayed through generations  
Hear it from your Elder's tongue  
Fair rulers have come and gone;  
still the poor struggle  
with little to live on  
Until our war is won  
keep this song in your heart sung  
"The wind slowly wears you down  
makes you doubt a friend  
Without trust, you may give up  
Sell your soul in the end  
Drained of desires  
except to dream no more - No!  
Pillars of systemic oppression  
erected Millennia ago  
The cruel wind blows  
with dust of a desolate mind  
absent of any Light and Love  
feeds the needful with blight  
Dove of Peace in flight  
was lost in the Great Storm    
Embers of Humanity's Fire  
we stoke to keep warm  
To sing “No one cares about us”  
is to not stand a fighting chance  
Though some sang, “Don’t give up”  
they did nothing but dance  
Since we put the "war" in class warfare  
the years have come and gone  
Sing with us now, but  
don't ever dance to this song"

Sing along with me now, Son  
but don't you dare  
don't you ever dare  
dance to this song

*Note | I want to thank Johnny Blaze of DUP for revamping the old poem.  
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