Don'T Tread On Me

one hand on the world in a spin agony twists on a single thread eager to feed the machine a stranglehold weave bear the fabric of a lie wear the symbol in deceit the day to day insurgence a gaslight politics resonates hate the lure of a crowd wanting stains a sea of hands in need threads the fringe a needle in motion steady frame a sewing notion strums the string winds the beat calls marching feet the tremble will not cease sedition has a face to clever lies they sing freedoms hymns and begging dreams pen the scars of grief's ink misery takes a bold leap holds tight her hammer and swings Terry D'Arcy Ryan