Beware the Tyrant

Tyrants fat upon their moon With untold minions to command... Knew a diversion would be needed As malcontent laid waste the land. They yearn to cast aspersion By letting forth a hellish storm Against those of us far far away With thoughts different from their own. What about the children? They shriek about the public square. We must squash their parents' freedom To show truly how we care. Children are the future And must parrot what we say. It's up to us to know what's right When parents lose their way. Mount your horses... beat the drums... We must forge our discontent. A child is far too sacred To be left with those of ill intent. I know scant about these people But know their moon's a mess. It's odd their eyes have strayed so far With local grievances to address. It's an illusion old as time itself... To cast a weary outward gaze On those who differ from themselves To foment some distant craze. So here I stand... sword in hand As they mount the castle walls... While Tyrants mark a distant hill To watch my city fall. If only a word to bend the ear Of those who wish my end of days. Your rancor is misguided... Let the children find their way. But I knew the cost of liberty Where a penance now was due. As freedom has a shelf life When you share not the Tyrant's view. The End