Men of Justice
Life is a gift, but death is seen as a curse,
Heroes are ordinarily born but give their lives for other to live,
Tell that man that fold his arm in the mist of injustice,
That one day, very soon, if he refuses to take up the challenge,
The life he protects will be snatched from him.
Wake up the slumbers to the duty calls,
Tell the idles that there are so much work to be done,
Look into the eyes of the wicked ones and dare him,
Now is the time to act for tomorrow may be too late,
Rise, oh rise, men of justice.
(c) 2014
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