The March of the Nine

Waking up that morning Walking down the street They will do anything but, Accept defeat Nine against all Yet all nine very strong To be so young and hopeful To suffer however long They knew what was to come And still chose to fight the fight In hopes of giving their people A hope of future might What was their true reason? To have their name forever declared? No! To just be one with the "betters" To have this freedom forever shared! Waking up that morning We cannot say of what they thought But one thing is for certain They would not flinch for what they fought