Free People Are Brothers
Free people are brothers
With swords of steel and wars now fought
Along this path of endless weave
We travel lone of lessons taught
And faith which led us to believe
That all is lost shan’t be the truth
For as we stand in unity
Our blood and scars to offer proof
Now here as one we shall be free
Shown pride and strength this foe does fall
In scattered breaths and lonely screams
On battlefields, sad echoes call
‘Cross crimson tides, unholy streams
This tyranny fuels flaming wrath
To burn the weak, the innocent
Though time does come the aftermath
A fate of armies long since spent
When now we stand on mountains high
Come hear our voices, steady roar
As morning sun does wake the sky
We bring an end to this, your war
For here inscribed on sharpened blade
A motto cast for all to see
As brothers we have all been made
As people, ever to be free
1/10/17
Written for The Swords Speak - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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