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…
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