Freedom's Fire

We are consumed, The living fire that rages in our souls, Banked and tended by the trespasses of old, Fueled by the fresh and festering, new and sore. The pains in our hearts. The chains our ancestors bore. Those wretched chains, still linked and twined about ambition Even after Iron and Brand’s abolition. Deception and Tradition take their place On a harsher throne she bares her grotesque face. Equality’s luring mirage, Family’s exhausting, painful memory’s collage. They merge, and from them born Desire, soon swiftly torn Desolate island, drifting in fair fast hope, Swept away by grizzled tsunami’s of tangled rope Drowning, suffocating in putrid hate, ENOUGH! Our voice will not abate. Shakily we stand Feebly, we join hand Liquid bonds begin, between us, flow Together, as a single breath, we begin to grow Once again as a tangible form, we feel We breathe, we hope, we hurt, we heal. Mankind, our trust to gain Mankind, faced with our arraign. Presented with our dream, Ears opened to our scream. Through protests and great men Our heart, gained a human beat again. We took our place Regardless of our race, In a world still broken, yes A world learning to progress. A world refined by our desire Our never ceasing fire. Who are we today? What will we stand for? And why? What is our cause? Where is our injustice? For what will we die? Today, as much as yesterday, the world requires Hearts, consumed by fires. Where is our generation’s oppression? Where do we demand a change? What protests may we arrange? Look and find. Life is cruel, society fierce and humanity blind. Find a cause that kindles within your essence, Revive a coalescence Of mankind and brotherhood. Stand on the ground where they once stood.