Terza Rima

In the times of oppression,

When freedom is beyond saving

And hearts move into aggression,

There will always be a craving

For the chance of becoming free.

On the soul, there’s an engraving

Reminding each of us to be;

To get off the conveyor belt.

The beaten and damned now see:

Tyrants eventually melt,

And freedom can always be felt.