Free Anthem

originally published in From A Verse-Maker’s Diary ©

Photo by Jonathan Harrison on Unsplash

You’ve spit on our innocence

Vilified our opinions

But we shan’t cry

Not yet

For it will languish our rage

We are barbaric

We are savage

We are

The Free Thinkers

And rage we will

Rage!

Against your system

Our hot blood

Will strike

Your cold intentions

Our temper will corrode

Your fictive customs

Call us miscreants

Or mavericks,

Call all you will

Our tears inside breed a tempest

Lo!

Brace yourselves

The storm is coming