The flags of oppression
Waving on top of castle
Blacksmith seems busy
Preparing for a battle
Blades are been sharpened
And oaths are been sworn
Among them silently
A REBEL is born.
His goals are clear
His eyes lack fear.
He's growing silently.
Under their noses, violently.
His body was bent,
Now his heart is stiff
He has seen every 'pain'
Now it's just a myth.
His shield is mended,
His sword seems heavy
Be prepared oppressor
For The rebel is ready,
The day of reckoning
Won't come with drums
It will be unexpected
He'll come undetected
His scars will speak
Blood will fill his shoe
Yet he would look you in the eye
And say " I dare you ".
The flags of oppression
Waving on top of castle
Blacksmith seems busy
Preparing for a battle
Blades are been sharpened
And oaths are been sworn
Among them silently
A REBEL is born.
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"Where there's dictatorship; there's rebellion"
-FarhanSukri9 😎
Presentation Credit: amy_theQueen
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