It’s hard.

Fight for your freedom!

They scream and scream and their voices are lost

amongst the violence that permeates the air

and the silence that chokes the lungs of others.

How to fight, how to proudly wave your flag,

when your hands are missing or your pride is crushed

or your heart is broken because you cannot take any more sadness,

any more death.

The revolution will come, you cannot stop the anger,

the spirit, the blood behind a cause that has been

going on for too long. But at what cost?

How many will be around to shape this new state?

This new country? This new government?

When the sky’s color is no longer tainted

by what happens along the ground,

who will be around then, to appreciate

the warmth of the sun on a cloudless day?