Thirteen states would break away
To fight bitterly for the same pay
To have ownership over souls they don't own.
In order to have easy labor in the home.
The cotton wasn't picked.
Cattle went without hay.
Men were dying.
Ancient battlefields are where they lay.
The country was broken
Torn, ripped, and open.
Salt was poured in the wound
When the commander was doomed.
A shot through the head.
He lay there, dead.
All the spectators could see
Was the blanket of red.
Sic Semper Tyrannis
Spat with such malice
So much murder
For a motive so callus.
Was equality worth it?
Worth all the flames lit?
If you ask me, men,
It should be done again.
Our freedom is broken
In modern day times
How can I put it
In short little rhymes?
I'll tell you how
Our time is now
Our time to act out
And scream and shout
We must stop the torture,
The tyranny, and poachers.
We must love fellow man
Or go to war again.
Love everyone
Put down your guns
No matter the race,
Gender, or who they love.
If we can do this
A battle will be missed
Now shut down your computer
Or your phone's browser list
And help the cause
To stop a brawl
Or thirteen states will break away
Right now, here, on this very day.
-By Lana
