Fearful warrior
Defiant, Strong
Thy fist raised high in might
Thy head is bloodied, yet unbowed
Thine minions steeled to fight.
What hope exists
Now for the weak
When protest fades to silence?
When violent men may now denounce
The peaceful as the violent?
And so the people
Raise the crown
Prepared to make thee master.
Prepared to toss aside the good
For methods that seem faster.
So did the masses
Long years past
Do as they chose the violent
Over the one who took the cross,
And bore their sin in silence.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent