(poems go here) A small voice roars like a lion king
Let us be free and have rights
Let the resounding cry ring.
Hear the shots and cries many nights
See the men in White with the tourch lights
trying to prevent what is a God given right.
See the proud leader King make the call
for freedom for one and all
but then see the Great One bleed and fall.
yet the fatal shot did not end it all
As brave others now took up the call
Taking risks and standing tall
The cause went on despite it all.
And now freedom and rights are here
They did not fade and fall
Tell me were you part of it all?