Resistance

For persons leaving little to chance, To others’ orders don’t wish to dance; For weapons reserving user’s glance: If they can’t find guns grip a close lance… Resistance means that one has muscle: A king who must not lose his castle, The accustomed to life of hustle And harsh towns of hustle and bustle… For resistance, the reddest of eyes: A time one freely Anarchy tries, Wastes more than a soul and one’s tears dries: Sometimes doing the thing with war cries… All: on the Altar of self defense, The blood one sheds not really offense… Sooner achieved sooner respected, Less badgering rightly expected; No more the clumsily inspected: Whoever tried this war prospected…