What's freedom's price? Must life be offered up,
defending ancient scribbles on a page?
Must blood be drawn, a sacrificial cup,
and tyrants met head on, with righteous rage?
Our common and inalienable rights,
secured through endless toil and sacrifice,
sit squarely in the tyrant's bloody sights.
We're summoned once again to name their price.
The ends must always struggle with their means
or fear becoming that which they abhor.
Death is the easy choice. Well-oiled machines
rush to seduce with promises of war.
Search for the answer, but let freedom ring.
Let no man be a slave, and let no man be king
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