Those who rule through fear,
fear the fearless
Who, broken on wheels that break
bones, but will never break vows
Sing out the song that is a battle cry
Resounding to the furthest reaches
Of the human imagination, we soar
On wings woven for us by some
out of a tapestry of dreams.
And we know
the taste of freedom–it is
the taste of blood.
There is no death so bittersweet
As that which comes unjustly
To the just because they would not bow
there is your soul;
You are clutching it now;
Though you may not not know it
It is a pearl beyond price–
Lest you cast it before swine
Heed now this precious moment;
this alone is yours, and the choice
of what you will do with it.
Choose not to bow, not to succumb
Nor to let others determine
the course of your destiny.
This is the love the tyrants fear
Trembling upon their thrones;
This is the music of freedom, this
And its simple refrain–
Those who rule through fear:
Fear the fearless.
© 2001 by Strider Lee